Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears
An auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.
Any one 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 flourescent Christmas cheer
And the Bentley-driving guru is putting up his price.
Any one for tennis, wouldn't that be n ice?
And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope
With j ingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
And you can tell THAT ALL THEY'RE SAYING underneath the pretty lies.
Any one for tennis, wouldn't that be n ice?
The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo
You can b ring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too
And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.
Any one for tennis, wouldn't that be n ice?
