With his pointed buckled shoes and black leather trousers daddy would be spinning records for several hours my daddy was a star the funky man on the block black eighties disco was played around the clock
daddy loved music daddy loved beer daddy was simple his life was crystal clear cos daddy loved music cos daddy loved beer cos daddy was simple his life was crystal clear
Daddy was a DJ My daddy was a DJ
Daddy’s beats always mixed his needle never jumped his homemade speakers made the bassline thump with his shiny wet-look and his technics turntables my daddy was on fire so much he rocked the neighbours cradle daddy loved dancing daddy loved beer daddy was simple his life was crystal clear cos daddy loved dancing cos daddy loved beer cos daddy was simple his life was crystal clear his life was crystal clear