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