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
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