D.j. by David Bowie

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'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 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.