Double R is at the bar – he hates to be alone With Father Tim who's 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 he'd 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 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 couldn't ease the tragedies his little heart had learned He started watching cable where his table used to turn The DJ stayed Home 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 we'll never know the songs he could've played The DJ stayed Home...