Don’t Let Them Pull You Down

You’re walking ’round the street and a van slows down.
They pull you off your feet and they knock you around.
Whoever they are. If it’s the Reds or the blues.
Well they spit on the flag when they take it out on you.

We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t nothing wrong with that.
We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t no turning back, white man.

Wherever you go, whatever you do.
You’re always getting picked on for your Red White and Blue.
The judges in the pocket.
The best that money buys and the other sort of leaders who wave a Red flag.

We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t nothing wrong with that.
We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t no turning back, white man.

Don’t let ’em pull you down. Don’t let ’em pull you down.
Don’t let ’em pull you down. Don’t let ’em pull you down.

Listen Argentina. We smashed you cause you tried to have your own way with the Red, White and Blue.
And if you try again, we’re gonna go for your throat.
We will rule the waves.
We’ve still got the boats.

We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t nothing wrong with that.
We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t no turning back, white man.

Don’t let ’em pull you down.
Don’t let ’em pull you down.
Don’t let ’em pull you down.
Don’t let ’em pull you down.