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

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