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 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   HANG THE D.J, HANG THE D.J, HANG THE D.J