I'm home, love 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   I feel like Dan Dare lies down   I think she's dancing, what do I know?      CHORUS:   I am a DJ, I am what I play   Can't turn around no, can't turn around   I am a DJ, I am what I play   Can't turn around no, can't turn around   I am a DJ, I am what I play   I got believers (kiss-kiss)    Believing me      One more weekend, of lights and evening faces   Fast food, living nostalgia   Humble pie or bitter fruit      CHORUS      He used to be my boss, and now he is a pappet dancer   I am a DJ and I got believers      CHORUS