Union Jack and Union Jill
   Back up and down the same old hill
   Sell the flag to all the youths
   But who swallow the bill
   "Murdoch she wrote"
   Him have his hands 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 community
   Cuts the nation into three
   Rich pickings for the first
   Bottom third you'll never see
   While middle England keeps swinging it's loyalty
   No concern for the future
   Just with dead royalty
   So will the Real Great Britain 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 ...
   So will the Real Great Britain step forward ...