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.