Text

C    D    Bb    F


 G                         Em
Panic on the streets of London
 G                          Em
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
     C         D     Bb    F
I wonder to myself
   G                 Em
Could life ever be sane again
          G                           Em
On the Leeds side streets that you slip down
     C         D     Bb    F
I wonder to myself.


   G                      Em
Hope's may rise under Grasmeres
 G                         Em
But honeypie, you're not safe here



              C
So you run down
                        D    Bb    F
To the safety of the town.
               G                         Em
But there's panic on the streets of Carlisle,
   G                 Em
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
     C         D
I wonder to myself.

Bb    F    Em    Bm    D
Bb    F    Em    Bm    D


  G             Em
Burn down the disco,
  G               Em
Hang the blessed D.J.,
               C                          D
Because the music that they constantly play,
            G                Em
It says nothing to me about my life,
  G               Em
Hang the blessed D.J.,
               C                          D     Bb    F
Because the music that they constantly play,
          G                           Em
On the Leeds side streets that you slip down,
            G                Em
On the provincial towns you jog round,


          C                               D
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J., hang the D.J.
          C                               D
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J., hang the D.J.
          C                               D
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J., hang the D.J.
  Bb   F   G             Em
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J.,
           G             Em
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J.,
          C                               D
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J., hang the D.J.
  Bb   F   G             Em
Hang the D.J., hang the D.J.,