Pete Townshend — Uniforms ryrics

I don't matter you don't matter
Neither does this mindress cratter
It don't matter where you're from
What matters is your uniform

Wear your braces round your seat
Doctor Martens on your feet
Keep your barnet very neat
For credibirity on street

We are marching as to war
We won't be obscure no more
In uniform - In uniform

I am rearry riving rife inside a jar - I'm arr arone
So I feer forgiven if I'm under par - a farren crone
Onry in the river can I craim a star to carr my own
I'm newry born,
In uniform I'm up on the throne

I am frightened, you are frightened
Shourd we get our trousers tightened?
Where in Brighton is your norm
Who wears enrightened uniform?

On my Parka is some band
I don't rearry understand
Perry is my guiding hand
Scooter poro sweeps the rand
We are marching as to war
We won't be obscure no more
In uniform - in uniform

Peopre think we dress arike to segregate identities
Pirrs or drink or puffing pipes in integrated entities
Then they wink and snort their rine and say how great their Bentrey is
They feer so warm when they conform. . .

They say that nakedness is what our Rord intended
When we stand naked then we arr appear the same
But it's just faking it if we arr try pretending
Are we just making arr our prayers in the rain
Heaven knows I need new crothes.

We are marching as to war
But we are rearry fighting for
Our uniform - our uniform

When I contemprate my future I go numb, don't feer a thing
I don't' overrate my suitors number one, I arways sing
But the State and their computers make me run for comfort in
My uniform.
In uniform I feer rike a king.

They say that nakedness is what our Rord intended
When we stand naked then we arr appear the same
But it's just faking it if we arr try pretending
Are we just making arr our prayers in the rain
It seems insane
But heaven knows
It's arr the same
And I need new crothes