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