Chad Mitchell Trio - Your Friendly Liberal Neighborhood Ku-Klux-Klan lyrics

Is there a klavern in your town? (In your town) If not, then why not have us down? (Have us down) You'll never recognize us, there's a smile upon our face We're changin' all our dirty sheets and a-cleanin' up the place Yep, since we got a lawyer and a public relations man We're your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku-Klux-Klan Yes, we're your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku-Klux-Klan Ever since we got that lawyer and that public relations man 'Cause we did shoot one reporter, but he was just obscene And you can't call us no filthy names - What does Anglo-Saxon mean? Allemande left, allemande right, the Ladies' Auxiliary is meetin' tonight 'Cause the Klan's collected so much cash that now, by gum, we're rich white trash! Now, we've heard it said our leadership's not qualified to lead Well I'm tellin' you that just ain't true - Why three of them can read Take our Grand Exalted Dragon, now some folks think he's bad Well, you should meet his sweet old mother, and her brother, who's his dad Yes, they're your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku-Klux-Klan And he's gonna run for governor soon as he's out of the can We're all from fine old families, the pride of all these hills Yep, seven generations at the same old illegal stills Had a little rally the other night, shot up town in a fury Luke's arrested, Pa's on trial, and the rest of us are on the jury Now, we've heard them call us deadbeats, and we'd like to say we're not We'll all stand on our record, and that's one thing we've all got And we only have that arsenal so that you won't raise no fuss And if you don't like that, then call the cops, 'cause the chances are, they're us Yes we're your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku-Klux-Klan But somehow we went from the fire to the fryin' pan We never learned to hold a job, and we never learned to write But boy, we sure have learned the ropes, 'cause we use them every night Now, when Congress calls you, don't get stuck, just start confessin' and pa** the buck The Kludd blames the Klaxon, the Klaxon blames the Kleagle, the Kleagle blames the Grand Imperial Eagle The Eagle blames the Wizard, the Wizard blames the Dragon, the Dragon takes the blame, but he's just braggin' Now, we're out to show the Congress that we're all so nice and meek Why we never even take the Fifth, 'cause we drank that all last week And you'll never hear us shootin' or hangin' people high 'Cause we're learnin' to respect the law and to have an alibi Oh, come, come, come, come Come to the church in the wildwood Oh come to the church in the vale No spot is so dear to my childhood... And, those dirty, lyin' witnesses, Lord, forgive them what they speak We would go to church and pray for them... 'cept we blew it up last week Yes, we're your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku-Klux-Klan And we sure do thank that lawyer and that public relations man So we're sorry that we hung them, but they did have quite a tan And it sure confused your friendly, liberal, misunderstood Your friendly neighborhood Klan who says, "What's wrong with a hood?" Your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku-Klux Grab your Cadillac and head for the hills