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 rag  and smiling cooly drove away  He's rich. Got a big car.      My gang will get you  Scenes of rape in the arroyo  Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings  Fights at the food stand  The dust  the shoes  Open shirts and raised collars  Bright sculptured hair.      Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...  I show you good time.  This place has everything. C'mon...  I show you.    these lyrics are submitted by ~