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