The Ting Tings - Great DJ

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

Nothing but the local DJ He said he had some songs to play What went down from this 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 Ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums Oh

Nothing was the same again All about where and when Blowing our minds in a life unkind You gotta love the BPM

When his work was all but done Remembering how this begun We wore his love like a hand in a glove This preacher 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 Ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, the drums, the drums The drums, 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 Ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee

And the drums Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh 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 Ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee, ee And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums