Tennis
In the morning madness and the stabbing lightShe pours the coffee and she saysWhat was wrong with you last night?Dreams, just dreams my love, were half asleepBut the headlines on tennisSo it seems, everything’s all rightThere’s a girl from the Midwest, with a pretty faceScratched where it itched, they said it was a disgraceI don’t wanna go to work todayWanna stay at home and watch that girl playDo you like tennis?Yes I do
There are people in boats in the middle of the seaCrying and dying like JewsDo you like tennis?Freedom is the man with the red grenadeShe rans out of gas, got beat and rapedDo you like tennis?Well do you like tennis?Yes I do