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 ...