Black Polished Chrome

The music was new, black polished chrome And came over the summer like liquid night The DJ's took pills to stay awake And play for seven days They went to the studio And someone knew him Someone knew the TV showman He came to our homeroom party And played records and when he left In the hot noon sun And walked to his car We saw the Chooks had written F-U-C-K on his windshield He wiped it off with a white rag And smiling cooly drove away He's rich Got a big car