Equipped we may be with superior breeding
The rest of the world to our ancestors ceding
So why it is now my eyes feel like bleeding?
When think of the rest of the world.

I have walked in the shadow of Jerusalem
I have sung to the tune of the mills
It is perhaps time to bow to the glory
shout out our prowess from T'hills.

Stand proud again eloquent lady,
gainst midden mast; backs to the wall,
when come once more the babbling hoards
at white cliffs again make them fall.

True breeding as yet has no equal
No need ever to turn a new leaf
Think only of soft Sunday mornings
And afternoons covered in beef.

We gave the world education,
Sadly they no longer learn,
So soon Armageddon will take them
The poorest of all we will burn.

Red white and blue, what is it to you
Blue red and white get rid of the shite
White blue and red take them all into bed
So proud to be British and not a wanker instead.