Years ago, a songwriter buddy of mine did a talking-blues song, part of which I remember:
(Chorus)
Join the Klan, join the Klan;
It's a new and easy way
to be a ma-haa-han;
Whadda ya say, join the KKK!
I'm a fat, old southern sheriff,
and my wife says I'm impotent;
and I've got to where I just don't give a damn;
Cuz I feel so high and mighty,
in my pointed hat and nightie;
I'm so glad I got the chance to join the Klan!
(Chorus)...
Did you ever notice the hoods are form-fitting?
Ta, ta...