Union Jack and union Jill
Back up and down the same old hill
Sell the flag to the youths
But who shallows the bill
Murder she wrote
Him have his hand in the till

Blairful of the thatcher
Stuck on the 45
The suits have changed
But the old ties survive
New Britania cool
Who are you trying to fool?
Behind your fachion-tashion I see nothing at all

Care for the commodity cuts the nation into three
Rich picking for the first
Bottom third you never see
While Middle England keeps swinging it's loyalty
No concern for the future
Just with dead royalty

So will the real, the greal Great Britain step forward
This is the national identity parade
Shoe gazer nation forever loooking backwards
Time to reject the sixties charade