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
Don't you know that 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
Oh, Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco, hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
Says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
On the provincial towns that you jog 'round
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ