Cream - Anyone For Tennis lyrics

By eric clapton and martin sharp<br><br>Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears<br>An auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years<br>And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.<br>Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice? <br><br>And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer<br>While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent christmas cheer<br>And the bentley-driving guru is putting up his price.<br>Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice? <br><br>And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope<br>With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes<br>And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies.<br>Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice? <br><br>The yellow buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo<br>You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too<br>And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.<br>Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?