Panic — The Puppini Sisters

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.