a 1921 anti-KKK song words and music by Sam Coslow and Leon Friedman
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1. In the daily papers there’s a certain society
Gets notoriety now
I’ve read all about it and between you and me
They all seem looney somehow
There’s something wrong no doubt
And here’s how I figured it out
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There’s a bunch of Klucks in the Ku Klux Klan
And they’re all Kookoo that’s true
With their awful hoke, they’re an awful joke
When you watch the things they do
We ought to pile ’em in some asylum
And never let ’em out
‘Kause we don’t know and they don’t know
What the deuce it’s all about
There’s the grand high punk
With his grand high bunk
And his grand high palace, too
But I’ve just found out how he got that palace
And I’ll tell you
Each little Kluck pays one little buck
But he’s out of luck
‘Kause he’ll get stuck
When he finds they’re all KooKoo
In the Koo-koo Klux Klan
2. They have made us all believe
There’s something mysterious
In their delirious way
Mister Harding and our Congress know what to do
And we all have something to say
They sure have got their nerve