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