Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the Imperial Wizard of a town called Bel-Air
In west Kentucky born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Burnin' wooden crosses, voting Democrat, all cool
And all fighting for the Confederates outside of the school
When a couple of Unionists lead by Abraham Lincoln and his mates
Startin taking over the Confederates States
I got in one lil' battle and Robert .E. Lee got scared
He said 'You're movin' with Nathan Bedford Forest in Bel-Air.'
I begged and pleaded with him day after day
But he gave me my Confederate flag and send me on my way
He gave me a musket and then he gave me my ticket.
I put my Klan outfit on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass?
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Live like? Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they send a KKK Democrat?
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the Ku Klux Klan
Well, ah, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude looked like a unionist standin' there with a USA flag out
I ain't trying to get defeated yet, I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared
I whistled for a cart and when it came near
The license plate said DIXIE FRESH and it had a Confederate flag in the mirror
If anything I can say that this cart was rare
But I thought 'Klan forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel-Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo holmes smell ya later"
I looked at my Klan, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as Imperial Wizard of Bel-Air