I“m home, lost my job
And incurably ill
You think this easy
realism
I“ve got a girl out there
I suppose
I think she“s dancin“
? feel like Dan Dare lies down
I think she“s dancin“
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“ve got believers
(Kiss-Kiss)
Believing me.
One more weekend
of lights and 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
Can“t turn around no, can“t turn around
I am a D.J.
I am what I play
I“ve got believers
(Kiss-Kiss)
Believing me.
He used to be my boss
And now he is a puppet dancer
I am a D.J.
And I“ve got believers
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