Uniform Lyrics

See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn
See grey stripes bowling down the street
Silver streaks and T-shirts so precisely torn
Strange foreign chaps in white bed-sheets
  Uniforms

See golden halo'd men of high renown
	prance to the politicians beat
Well-tailored in unswerving elegance
	with shoes by Gucci on their feet
  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

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
They're all uniform