He lost his job in radio
They don't need disc jockeys no more
Everything's now done with robots
He packed up, walked out the door

He stopped to fill his car up
Didn't know where he was headed
But then he found his destiny
While pumping the unleaded

(he's now a)
Gas station disc jockey
Works inside the pump
Crouching right inside of it
Developing a hump

Gas station disc jockey
Not a lot of room
Spinning all the records
Smelling all the fumes

He's pumping out the music
Inside Pump Number 4
Being paid in day-old coffee
And losing lotto tickets

He thought he'd work in radio
But the job, it didn't last
They said he'd never work again
Now he tells them where to stick it

(he is a)
Gas station disc jockey
Crouched inside the pump
He can't feel his back no more
Cannot feel his rump

Gas station disc jockey
Posture is destroyed
But he's the only DJ
Still gainfully employed

He's got a tiny turntable
And a tiny little mic
And they promise that each afternoon
He’ll get to stretch his legs

He loves to spin the records
But he'd love to get some air
But that ain’t gonna happen
No matter how he begs

(he is a)
Gas station disc jockey
Works inside the pump
He’s got a nasty little itch
But cannot reach his rump

Gas station disc jockey
Inside his little cage
But he's the only DJ
Who earns a working wage

Gas station disc jockey