Panic Lyrics - Betcha Bottom Dollar - 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 

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