Jethro Tull - Uniform lyrics

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