| Black Polished Chrome |
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| 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 |
