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 turn around no, can't turn around

I am a D.J., I am what I play

Can turn around no, can't turn around

I am a D.J., I am what I play

Can turn around no

Time flies when you're having fun

Break his heart, break her heart

He used to be my boss and millions of puppet dancer

I am a D.J., and I've got believers

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.