Anyone For Tennis

	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?