Frank Sidebottom - Panic on the Streets of Timperley lyrics

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 ca**ettes 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!