Last night a DJ Tried to Kill Me
With a random choice of song
She thought that she was tryng to thrill me
But somehow she got it wrong
She used rhythm like a knife
In an attempt upon my life
Last night a DJ tried to kill me
But somehow I survived
I'm an analogue man in a digital worl
I like the warmth
I crave the affection
There isn't a stone I would leave unturned
In the pursuit of imperfection
But when she holds my hand
There's something that happens
She took her place behind the deck
And played the first song in her set
She said music is my drug of choice
And I'm pushing it out to you
I don't like the sound of my own voice but you do
So let's cut through all this empty space between us and build Something that can last forever and ever
Drew on some self-help tips
From seven hapbits of successful people
And tried to choose my attitude
And I said "Baby, why don't you put some Devo on,?
Maybe that'll lift the mood."
I tried to whip it, but I couldn't whip it real good
I did some things that no-one in their right mind ever should.
