DJ's Girl Songtext

Girl: Excuse me
Excuse me (excuse me, excuse me excuse me)
Excuse me, excuse me, Mr. Bouncer

My baby's spinnin', it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin', cryin' out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl

Girl: Excuse me, let me through, please

Bouncer: Eight bucks, honey.

Girl: What? Eight dollars? No way.
I'm on the guest list
I'm with the DJ?
Look, I don't have time to stand out here and talk about your little problems
Like, why do you think I have these records?
Do you think I dress like this for fun?
Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what? This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure
What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head muscle-man
I'm with the DJ

Bouncer: No, I don't think so, baby, I'm the man.
You're not getting in.

Girl: Hey stupid steroid-face!
Eight dollars? I'm not gonna pay your dumb little cover charge
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, okay?

My baby's spinnin', it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin', cryin' out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So come on over, I'm the DJ's girl
Ooh, I'm the DJ's girl
Ooh, I'm the DJ's girl

Bouncer: All right everybody, one solid line
I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in.

Girl: Excuse me
Excuse me, Mr. Bouncer

Bouncer: Heh, why don't you go home you little groupie?
You're wastin' my time.

Girl: Excuse me
Excuse me, Mr. Bouncer

Bouncer: I need eight bucks and a picture ID

Girl: Look, if you value your stupid little job
You better get outta my way
'Cause I'm with the DJ
What?
Oh my God, I'm so sure like in a million years
You are so dead

Like, why do you think I have these records?
Do you think I dress like this for fun?
Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?
This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure
What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head muscle-man
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, okay?

My baby's spinnin', it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin', cryin' out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So come on over, I'm the DJ's girl

My baby's spinnin', it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin', cryin' out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl

So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl