David Bowie - DJ

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