Song | Anyone For Tennis |
Artist | Cream |
Album | Crossroads |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Eric Clapton And Martin Sharp | |
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. | |
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 flourescent 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 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? |
Written: Eric Clapton And Martin Sharp | |
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. | |
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 flourescent Christmas cheer | |
And the Bentleydriving 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 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? |
Written: Eric Clapton And Martin Sharp | |
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. | |
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 flourescent Christmas cheer | |
And the Bentleydriving 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 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? |