Mojo's Beads

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 coolly drove away

He's rich got a big car