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