With his pointed buckled shoes
and black leather trousers
daddy would be spinning records
for several hours
my daddy was a star
the funky man on the block
black eighties disco
was played around the clock

daddy loved music
daddy loved beer
daddy was simple
his life was crystal clear
cos daddy loved music
cos daddy loved beer
cos daddy was simple
his life was crystal clear

Daddy was a DJ
My daddy was a DJ

Daddy’s beats always mixed
his needle never jumped
his homemade speakers
made the bassline thump
with his shiny wet-look
and his technics turntables
my daddy was on fire so much
he rocked the neighbours cradle
daddy loved dancing
daddy loved beer
daddy was simple
his life was crystal clear
cos daddy loved dancing
cos daddy loved beer
cos daddy was simple
his life was crystal clear
his life was crystal clear

Daddy was a DJ
My daddy was a DJ