Panic Songtext
von Frank Sidebottom

Oh!
There′s panic on the streets of Timperley
Between the post office car torque and NatWest Bank
Where the council came and chopped a great big tree down
And I've just finished filming
The title sequence for me fantastic shed show
When the four hundred year old copper beech
Became the victim of a freak blustery-windy-thingy

Oh it annoyed the Yorkshire film crew
Because it′s spoilt the continuity
And the producer was mad just like a rock'n'roll dad
(I mean mum!)

Hey it′s lunch time
So
To the Naked Child to drink some fantastic half shandy
And the jukebox that constantly plays
Played absolutely nothing cause it′s bust


So hail the bobbins barman
To get the landlord's tandy ghetto blaster
And his selection of audio cassettes
Of presenters illegally taped off Radio 1
Without the aid of a PRS license
But the see-through band played one at random
And when I heard it I just couldn′t believe
It was Anne the DJ, Anne the DJ of Radio 1

I could just drink another half
I could murder a meat pie now
(Get us one, will ya?)
"Time, gentlemen please!"
(I'll take it home.)

From the East Way shops to Baguley Brook
You′ll never see a poster of our favourite discey-jock
(Radio 1)

(Anne the DJ)

Oh Anne Nightingale what's your blinking game?!
I waited for your roadshow but your roadshow never came

And guess who I blame
Anne the DJ, Anne the DJ

You know she is
She really is
Thank you!