Fire at the Firehouse

Hey boys and girls, come and gather round
And I’ll sing ya little ditty bout ol' Joe Bob
Now ol' Joe Bobs' not around today
But his spirit lives on, I’m sorry to say
Joe Bob was a good ol' boy
Dressed in sheets, a rope his toy
Thought he was tough, a real man
A knight of the Ku Klux Klan
It made him sick when people claimed
It’s only skin we’re all the same
Then one night he hit the sack
When he woke up he was black
Was no joke, was no dream
Joe Bob Black could only scream
«Oh my god, holy shit»
Oh sweet Jesus
Won’tcha look at me?
Its like a fire at the firehouse
How could this be?
I’m like a doctor who get cancer
Lord hear my prayers
There’s a fire at the firehouse
And it’s not fair
Now Joe Bob, he was scared
And the KKK was mad, so he tried to explain
«It's only skin, I’m still the same»
They hung Joe Bob from a tree