DJ (Alomar/Bowie/Eno) - 4:00

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 dancin'
I feel like Dan Dare lies down
I think she's dancin'
What do I know?

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
I got believers
(Kiss-Kiss)
Believing me.

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

I am a D.J.
I am what I play
I've got believers
(Kiss-Kiss)
Believing me

He used to be my boss
And now he is a puppet dancer
I am a D.J.
And I've got believers