Out on the hostile plains of divided England
I laugh
At bureaucrats lie
Flung out like a fag-end
A big red bus
Powered on lies
Three hundred and fifty million
Get them all out
Rule Britannia 'til I die
Rankling raconteurs
Me reticent
While the stars burn in the sky
They grinned while we sealed our fate
They laughed as the whole thing came down
I swear it wasn't me
United in Diversity