Great DJ - Live At iTunes Festival - The Ting Tings

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

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, 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

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, 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

Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee

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

Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee

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