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 listen now, 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      Burn down the disco   Hang the D.J.   Because the music that they constantly play   Says nothing to me about my life   Hang the 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.      (Repeat)