Written by: das, pandit, savale, tailor, zaman





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