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
The top brass 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 DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
Who says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
There goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last DJ
Some folks say they're gonna
hang him so high
'Cause you just can't do what he did
There's some things you just can't
Put into the mind 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 DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
Who says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
There goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last DJ
Well, he got him a station
Down in Mexico
Sometimes it'll kinda come in
And I'll bust a move and
Remember how it was back then
There goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
Who says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
There goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last DJ
