D.J.
I'm home, lost my job and incurably ill
You think this is easy realism
I've got a girl out there I suppose
I think she's dancing
Feel like Dan Dare lies down
I think she's dancing, what do I know
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around, no, can't turn around
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around, no, can't turn around
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I got believers, believing me
One more weekend of lights
And evening faces
Fast food, living nostalgia
Humble pie or bitter fruit
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around, no, can't turn around
I am a D.J., I am what I say
I got believers, believing me
Time flies when you're having fun
Break his heart, break her heart
He used to be my boss and now he is a puppet dancer
I am a D.J. and I've got believers
I've got believers
I've got believers in me
I've got believers
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I am a D.J.
