I am a DJ, I am what I play
Can't turn around, no, can't turn around, no, oh no
I am a DJ, I am what I play
I got believers believing me

I'm home, lost my job, incurably ill
You think this is easy, realism, man 
I got a girl out there, I suppose
I think she's dancing
I feel like Dan Dare lies down
I think she's dancing, but what do I know?

I am a DJ, I am what I play
Can't turn around, no, can't turn around, no, oh no
I am a DJ, I am what I play
Can't turn around, no, can't turn around, no, oh no

I am a DJ, 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 [bad word] 

Oh, I am a DJ, I am what I play
I can't turn around, no, can't turn around, no, oh no
I am a DJ, I am what I play
I can't turn around, no, can't turn around, no, oh no
I am a DJ, I am what I play
I got believers believing me, oh

I got believers
I got believers believing me

Time flies when you're having fun
Break his heart, break her heart
He used to be my boss, but now he's a puppet dancer
I am a DJ, and I got believers
I got believers
I got believers believing me
I got believers
I got believers believing me, oh

I am a DJ, I am what I play