Looking For A Tennis Ball
‘Looking For A Tennis Ball’ Lyrics
There’s a game in progress
The balls hit into a grey area
No visual contact
Culprit joins the search
Aye, Aye, Aye
Is what they said to the batsman
Aye, Aye, Aye
Sent him on his way
I feel the game is over
My mind’s buzzing in a grey area
That nuggety shot selection
Lost my favourite ball
Aye, Aye, Aye
Is what they said to the batsman
Aye, Aye, Aye
Sent him on his way
I’m involved in a dream of backyard cricket
With a rubbish bin for a wicket
The tennis ball gets schmacked to the bottom of the garden
And I go to retrieve it
When I get there immediately I think I’ve found the ball
But more and more balls just keep appearing
I’m involved in a dream of backyard cricket
With a rubbish bin for a weekend
The tennis ball is the same bloody colour as the garden
And I can not retrieve it
When I get there immediately I think I’ve found the ball
But more and more balls just keep appearing
I see the ball it’s in the distance
But in my eyes it has no existence