Anyone For Tennis

Twice upon a time in the valley of tear The auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice. Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice? And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer While beggars stain the pavement with fluorescent Christmas cheer And the Bentley driving guru is putting up his price. Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice? And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies. Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice? The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo You can bring a bowl of rice and a glass of water too And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice. Anyone for tennis, wouldn't the be nice? --- Anyone for Tennis - Cream