I'm home, lost my job, and incurably i'll,
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?
Chorus:
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
(kiss-kiss) believing me.
One more, weekend, of lights and evening faces,
Fast food, living nostalgia, humble pie or bitter fruit.
Chorus:
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 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 (kiss-kiss)
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,
I've got believers in me.
I am a D.J.,
I am what I play.
I am a D.J.