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 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 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 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.
Written by: David Bowie