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?
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