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