The Last DJ

Well you can't turn him into a company man You can't turn him into a whore And the boys upstairs just don't understand anymore Well the top bra*s don't like him talking so much And he won't play what they say to play And he don't want to change what don't need to change There goes the last D J Who plays what he wants to play And says what he wants to say, hey, hey, hey And there goes your freedom of choice There goes the last human voice There goes the last D J Well some folks say they're gonna hang him so high 'Cause you just can't do what he did There're some things you just can't put in the minds of those kids As we celebrate mediocrity All the boys upstairs want to see How much you'll pay for what you used to get for free? There goes the last D J Who plays what he wants to play And says what he wants to say, hey, hey, hey And there goes your freedom of choice There goes the last human voice And there goes the last D J Well he got him a station down in Mexico And sometimes it'll kind of come in And I'll bust a move and remember how it was back then There goes the last D J Who plays what he wants to play And says what he wants to say, hey, hey, hey And there goes your freedom of choice There goes the last human voice And there goes the last D J