(David Bowie/Brian Eno/Carlos Alomar)



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 (kiss-kiss)

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 (kiss-kiss)

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 (kiss-kiss)



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