| 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? |