D.J.
I'm home, lost my job and incurably illYou think this is easy realismI've got a girl out there I supposeI think she's dancingFeel like Dan Dare lies downI think she's dancing, what do I know
I am a D.J., I am what I playCan't turn around, no, can't turn aroundI am a D.J., I am what I playCan't turn around, no, can't turn aroundI am a D.J., I am what I playI got believers, believing me
One more weekend of lightsAnd evening facesFast food, living nostalgiaHumble pie or bitter fruit
I am a D.J., I am what I playCan't turn around, no, can't turn aroundI am a D.J., I am what I sayI got believers, believing me
Time flies when you're having funBreak his heart, break her heartHe used to be my boss and now he is a puppet dancerI am a D.J. and I've got believers
I've got believersI've got believers in meI've got believersI am a D.J., I am what I playI am a D.J.