[Verse 1] He's a weekend pub DJ The guy thinks he's the man Denying my requests Just because he can He's a weekend pub DJ He's not very good He can't mix a track He doesn't speak when he should [Pre-Chorus] He nods like he's royalty Behind that sticky deck But every tune he murders Man's a total wreck [Chorus] He's a weekend pub DJ He's a weekend pub DJ He thinks he's the man Turkey teeth and spray on tan He's a weekend pub DJ He's a weekend pub DJ I asked for one good song He played the wrong one [Verse 2] He bought his teeth in Turkey He's got a spray on tan Shouting at the locals Like he's some great big brand He leans on the mixer Like it's built to bow But everyone's just laughing Can I put in a request?, "No, not now" "Oh come on man!" [Pre-Chorus] He flashes that fake grin Like it pays the rent But every cheap little ego trip Just sounds half-broken, bent [Chorus] He's a weekend pub DJ He's a weekend pub DJ He thinks he's the man But he can't hold the plan He's a weekend pub DJ He's a weekend pub DJ I asked for one good song He played the wrong one "This guy's not all there" [Bridge] Put the record down Step away from the deck You're a pint-soaked legend With a stubble on your neck You say it's all experience I say it's all a mess One more power ballad And you'll clear out all the rest [Final Chorus] He's a weekend pub DJ He's a weekend pub DJ He thinks he's the man But he can't hold the plan He's a weekend pub DJ He's a weekend pub DJ I asked for one good song He played the wrong one He's a weekend pub DJ Yeah, a weekend pub DJ He's not very good But we've got nobody else So it's ok
