MPs voted this week whether to introduce a new bill to parliament. So far, so snooze. Except in this instance it wasn’t to improve the habitat of bats or something that has arbitration in its title, it was something significantly cooler.

The possibility of England finally getting its own national anthem that isn’t an imaginary bearded bloke saving a woman worth five billion quid is getting ever closer and while Jerusalem is the clear favourite to replace the dreary God Saves The Queen, we think we can do better. A lot better.

Here’s five anthems that we’d love to see Rooney and co belt out prior to winning the Euros next summer…

David Bowie – Heroes

Okay it’s an obvious choice but it has to be included here because it is PERFECT. Robert Fripp’s eerily uplifting feedback is sonic bliss that drives the song on from the start and when Bowie declares he will be king we’re hooked every time and feeling a full foot taller to boot.

Not only would this be an apt commemoration for a true artistic legend (and infinitely more deserving than a hymn to Liz II who, to our knowledge, has never written Let’s Dance) but imagine it blasting through the Stade De France speakers next July as our lions prepare to take on Spain in the final.

Oh we can be heroes, just for one day.

Blur – Parklife

A quintessential slice of Blighty that would get into the German’s heads should we ever face them again in a semi-final. Why? Because it’s got nothing to do with vorsprung durch technic you know.

Namechecking dirty pigeons, binmen and brewer’s droop, this is not some psalm to ancient times but rather a celebration of who we are without our make-up on.

Best of all, the call-and-response structure could be retained thus messing with the staid traditions of anthems used by the rest of the world. The bunch of squares.

Imagine thousands of lairy England fans shouting out the title after each verse. Yes!

Take That – Rule The World

The French have La Marseillaise, a revolutionary song about fighting tyranny, so it’s very tempting to have something equally spitty and anti-establishment as our new national anthem – we’re thinking the Pistols or the Stone Roses’ Elizabeth My Dear.

Let’s be realistic though: by the time the song choice has made its way through numerous committee hearings we’re going to be left with bloody Take That aren’t we.

If that’s the case then we may as well go for the pop motherlode, a catchy feel-good ode to triumphing against the odds. Plus this is precisely the kind of mushy tosh that would inspire Rooney to actually pass the ball straight and not have a stinker next summer.

Billy Bragg – A New England

Seriously, this has the lot – A brilliant riff; social commentary in the form of girls pushing prams; not wanting to change the country (because we’re so great and everything) but instead looking for love.

The Kirsty MacColl version also contains the best couplet ever committed to song: I sat beside the telephone waiting for someone to pull me through. When at last it didn’t ring I knew it wasn’t you.

We’re sold. Make this happen, Cameron.

The Archers theme tune

Is there anything more rustic and albion than Barwick Green, the theme tune from a radio show that first aired when Sylvain Distin was in nappies.

So magnificent is the genteel sweeping opening bars that it is comforting and familiar to even those who have never listened to the fictional soap set in Ambridge. Which is pretty much all of us.

Trivia fact – the tempo of the tune is used by trainee paramedics to learn CPR. So it’s a life-saver and a national institution.