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