Anyone For Tennis - Cream

Twice upon a time

In the valley of the tears

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 the beggars stain the pavements

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 providing scopes

And you can tell that all they’re saying

Underneath the pretty lights

Anyone for tennis?

Wouldn’t that be nice?

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 chessboard

While Death rolls out the dice

Anyone for tennis?

Wouldn’t that be nice?