Union jack and union jill Back up and down the same old hill Sell the flag to the youths But who swallows the bill "murdoch she wrote" Him have his hand in the till
Blairful of thatcher Stuck on the 45 The suits have changed But the old ties survive New britannia cool Who are you trying to fool? Behind your fashion-tashion I see nothing at all
Care for the commodity Cuts the nation into three Rich pickings for the first Bottom third you never see While middle england keeps swinging its Loyalty No concern for the future Just with dead royalty
So will the real, the real great britan Step forward This is the national identity parade Shoe gazer nation forever looking Backwards Time to reject the sixties charade
Not enough schools Not enough homes Just "phony care" in his millennium dome More prime cuts than beef on the bone And there’s too many questions you’re Not answering tone
Union jack and union jill Back up and down the same old hill Sell the flag to the youths But who swallows the bill "murdoch she wrote" Him have his hand in the till
So will the real, the real great britan Step forward This is the national identity parade Shoe gazer nation forever looking Backwards Time to reject the sixties charade