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