| Dance 'round the maypole, rappers and mummers | 
| Stepping in and out of time | 
| Cockneys, Brummies, Tykes and Geordies | 
| Players in this pantomime | 
| From Notting Hill to Tyneside Mela | 
| Marching ghosts of colliery bands | 
| Farmers, markets, high-tech sweatshops | 
| Such a green and pleasant land | 
| In an English country garden | 
| «Clearing the land… ex-urban man» | 
| Puddings made with bread and butter | 
| The lash of the whip and rhyming slang | 
| Speakers corner, Miners' Welfare | 
| Images all juxtaposed | 
| With this patchwork panorama | 
| You have to laugh: «Do they mean us?» | 
| Lager louts and laddish culture | 
| St George’s cross upon your pate | 
| John Bull on Beau Brummel’s waistcoat | 
| Knuckles tattooed «Love and Hate» | 
| Schizophrenic, new age, new man | 
| Bite your lip, don’t make a fuss | 
| The malaise of this English patient | 
| You have to ask: «Do they mean us?» | 
| «Oop north» where they bathe in gravy | 
| Saris seen on cobbled streets | 
| Down south it’s a top coat warmer | 
| «Kiss me quick» on Margate beech | 
| English blood runs mild and bitter | 
| Adam’s ale or council pop | 
| Refugees, asylum seekers | 
| Multi-racial melting pot | 
| Such inherent contradictions | 
| A crisis of identity | 
| Are the smiles all disingenuous? | 
| Quote English eccentricity | 
| From Land’s End up to Kielder Water | 
| All make-believe and just-suppose | 
| Given the whole «Sink and Puddle» | 
| In the end: «Do they mean us?» |