Uniform

See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn

See gray stripes bowling down the street

Silver streaks and T-shirts so precisely torn

Strange foreign chaps in white bed-sheets

Uniforms, uniforms

See golden haloed men of high renown

Prance to the politicians' beat

Well tailored in unswerving elegance

With shoes by Gucci on their feet

Uniforms, uniforms

How do you know who the hell you are?

Wake up each day under a different star

Dressed to the nines, meet yourself going home

like a clone, smartly dressed in your pressed uniform

Uniforms, uniforms

White battle dress on green pitch, proud eleven

Beneath the swelling box so neat

The teeming millions of the future fly

The spinning cricket ball to cheat

There are uniform, uniform

All uniform