Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears

The 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 fluorescent 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 that all they're saying, underneath their pretty lies,

Anyone for tennis? Wouldn't that be nice.



A yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo.

You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too,

An Fate is setting up the chessboard while Death rolls out the dice.

Anyone for tennis? Wouldn't that be nice.