text: The music was new, black polished chrome
  And came over the summer like liquid night
  The DJs 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
  Hes rich
  Got a big car