On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down

Hang the blessed DJ
I wonder to myself
But there's panic on the streets of Carlisle
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ

It says nothing to me about my life
Hopes may rise in the Grasmere
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
I wonder to myself
The 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
I wonder to myself
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Because the music they constantly play
But honey pie you're not safe here
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the blessed DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Because the music that they constantly play

So you run down to the safety of the town

Could life ever be sane again?
Hang the DJ
Burn down the disco