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, no, oh, ooh
I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around, no, oh no
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I got believers
Believing me, oh
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, no, ooh
I am a D.J., I am what I say
Can't turn around, no, can't turn around, ooh
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I've got believers
Believing me
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
Can't turn around, no
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 the D.J., and I've got believers
I've got believers
I've got believers
I've got believers
I've got believers
I am a D.J., I am what I play
I am a D.J
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