Panic on the streets of London.
Panic on the streets of Birmingham.
I wonder to myself,
Could life ever be sane again?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself.
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere,
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 DJ.
Because the music that they constantly play,
IT 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
Provincial towns 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.
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.
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...