When I'm wearing my uniform, I'm supposed to look my best
Trouble with it then I look, just the same as all the rest
If you look alive, you think alive, that's what some people say
They want to make us like machines that listen and obey
But it's alright, I know I'm really me
There's no one else that I can think of who I'd rather be
On the weekends when I'm free, I can wear just what I like
Pitches on my old blue jeans, I go riding on my bike
Nothing else, nothing else, nothing else

I'm battered on my two real feet, a shirt which is faded and torn
I'm an individual in my other uniform
But it's alright, I know I'm really me
There's no one else that I can think of who I'd rather be
On the weekends when I'm free, I can wear just what I like
Very soon I'll be back, I know I'm really me
Very soon I'll have to choose, what I'm going to do or be
Working for my living all day, the clothes I wear won't seem on me
The colour and tie and suit to match, the haircut I've gone
In ten more years that's what I'll have and now the uniform
But it's alright, I know I'm really me
There's no one else that I can think of who I'd rather be
You said it's alright, I know I'm really me
There's no one else that I can think of who I'd rather be
It's alright