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.