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Double R is at the bar â he hates to be alone
With Father Tim whoâs looking grim; his face is like a stone
V and M are meeting them and drunker by degrees
And H is scoping for some dope in broken Portuguese
There was a time when beer and lines were fine to get him through
And other jockeys tried to copy everything heâd do
But in the middle something little grew to something wide
And ran about his head and said to stay inside
So the DJ stayed Home (x4)
She moved the Dodge and opened the garage to raise some cash
So passers-by could come and find their treasure in her trash
The sidewalks and the cinemas were swollen and abloom
But the spinner ate his dinner in the darkness of his room
She couldnât ease the tragedies his little heart had learned
He started watching cable where his table used to turn
The DJ stayed Home (x4)
The DJ took a final look at people in the streets
And traded in his vinyl for a comforter and sheets
He left the girl and made his world inside a little cave
And so weâll never know the songs he couldâve played
The DJ stayed Homeâ¦