Techno Ted may be a person who caused Chris incredible emotional pain & trepidation as well as moments of peace & happiness but now is removed and awaiting his fate. Darling may be a different person who is also free of him and can live her life free of Ted's tyranny. "In between all the laughing, and daydreams ... lies: a desert of truth" Lies are like a desert or the omission of Truth: Where there were Lies then Truth was absent. The song, "Techno Ted", may be a cathartic celebration of the downfall of this person.
"All right everybody, I need one line, one line
I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in"
"Excuse me, excuse me, let me through please
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, okay?"
"Heh, sure you know the DJ, sure you do
Everybody's on the guest list"
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
"Excuse me, let me through please"
"Eight bucks honey"
"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"
"No, I don't think so baby, I'm the man
You're not getting in"
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
Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl
Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl
"All right everybody, one solid line
I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in"
"Excuse me
Excuse me Mr. Bouncer"
"Heh, why don't you go home, you little groupie
You're wastin' my time"
"Excuse me
Excuse me Mr. Bouncer"
"I need eight bucks and a picture ID"
"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
"Back to the line, bitch"
I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in"
"Excuse me, excuse me, let me through please
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, okay?"
"Heh, sure you know the DJ, sure you do
Everybody's on the guest list"
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
"Excuse me, let me through please"
"Eight bucks honey"
"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"
"No, I don't think so baby, I'm the man
You're not getting in"
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
Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl
Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl
"All right everybody, one solid line
I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in"
"Excuse me
Excuse me Mr. Bouncer"
"Heh, why don't you go home, you little groupie
You're wastin' my time"
"Excuse me
Excuse me Mr. Bouncer"
"I need eight bucks and a picture ID"
"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
"Back to the line, bitch"
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DJ Girl Lyrics as written by Jon St. James Anthony Giustina
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, ANTHONY GIUSTINA MUSIC
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