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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Julian De Martino, Katie White
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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