Panic on the
streets of London
Panic on the streets
of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be
sane again
On the Leeds side
streets that
you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise
on the Grasmeres
But Honey Pie
you're not safe here
so you run down
To the safety
of the town
But there's panic
on the streets
of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee,
Humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down
the disco
Hang the
blessed D.J.
Because the music
that they
constantly play
It says nothing
to me about my life
Hang the
blessed D.J.
Because the music
that they
constantly play
On the Leeds
side streets that
you slip down
On the provincial
towns that you
jog round
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.
Hang the D.J.