Twice upon a time in the valley of tears
An auctioneer is biding for a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squearling mice
Anyone for tennis wouldn't that be nice.
And the ice-creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer,
While the beggars stain the pavements with florescent 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 lights
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 then a glass of water too,
and fate is setting up the chess-board while death rolls out the dice
Anyone for tennis wouldn't that be nice.