I was born in England Red and white, with just the merest shade of green As a child I took the night boat And woke up to a vivid change of scene From ‘Land of hope and glory’ To ‘Amhran na Bhfiann’ I’m neither one thing or the other But something in between
Ivan, he’s from Portadown He swears his allegiance to the Queen Each summer, marches with his friends Down the road towards Drumcree His speech is laced with emerald But his world is tangerine He’s neither one thing or the other But something in-between
Klara lives in Dublin Her mother’s name it is Maureen Her daddy’s name is Nikolai He works nights at the Hospital canteen There’s lots like her at school She’s not unusual you see Being neither one thing or the other But something in0between
Tommy he’s from Drogheda Say’s he hates every English man he sees He’s lost his faith in politics The war is not yet over til we’re free While he been working down in London Back home things have changed in ways he’d Not believe They’re neither one thing or the other But something in-between
Well ,I don’t know where we’re headed Who can blame us, how could we have foreseen The world is getting smaller The old rod of iron has turned to plasticine We’ve only got the future We can’t go back to who we’ve been We’re neither one thing or another But something in-between We’re neither one thing or the other But something in-between