Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Will I ever be sane again? In the league side streets that you slip down I wonder to myself Hosts may rise on the grass at the end But honey pie you're not safe here So you run down to the safety of the town Panic on the streets of Harlem Tumbling, tumbling deep on the side I wonder to myself Burn down the disco Shine the blessed DJ Because the music that they constantly play It says nothing to me about my life Shine the blessed DJ Because the music they constantly play On the league side streets that you slip down On the provincial towns in your ground I'm the DJ I'm the DJ I'm the DJ Thank you
