Panic

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 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 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.