Great DJ
by The Ting Tings

Fed up with your indigestion
Swallow words one by one
Your folks got high at a quarter to five
Don't you feel your growing up undone

Nothing but the local DJ
He said he had some songs to play
What went down from his fooling around
Gave hope and a brand new day

Imagine all the girls
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee

And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums

Nothing was the same again
All about where and when
Blowing our minds in our life unkind
Gotta love the BPM
When the smoke was all baton
Remember how this begun
We wore his love like a hand in a glove
Where the future plays it all night long

And nothing but the girls
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee

And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums

Imagine all the girls
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee
And the drums
Ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, oh

And all the girls
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the boys
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And the strings
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee

And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Katie White, Jules De Martino

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