The music was new, black polished chrome
And came over the summer like liquid night
The DJ's took pills to stay awake
And played 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 coolly, drove away

He's rich, got a big car

Copyright: Doors Music Company
Writer(s): Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond D Manzarek, Robert A Krieger