Not long a while ago, we can still remember
How THAT tennis used to make us smile
And we knew if he had his chance
He could make us all dance
And maybe we’d be happy forever!
But September made us feel wretched
With every clip we rewatched
Bad news on each link
We could not even sleep a wink
We do remember that we felt amiss
When we thought about the widowed tennis
And something killed us deep inside
The day tennis died
So bye-bye dear gem of a guy
Rode our bike to Basel
Where we saw a crying Nadal
We, good old boys, were singing along
Singing, this is the end of it all
This is the end of it all
Did you write the Book of drops?
And who can face your return of serve
If even Mr. Borg says so
Do you believe in all those line calls?
Can you still serve us, mortal souls?
And can you teach us how to play real slow?
Well you know that we are in love with you
'Cause you saw us standing in the queue
You pulled those shots out of blue
And we stood with our jaws askew
We were the lucky canines in total awe
Watching your every muscle and sinew
But we knew we were out of luck
The day the tennis died
We started singing
Bye-bye dear gem of a guy
Rode our bike to Basel
Where we saw a crying Nadal
We, good old boys, were singing along
Singing, this is the end of it all
This is the end of it all
Now for ten years, we will be on our own
Watching just Matteo and Cameron
But how can that ever be
Most clairvoyants were the King and Queen
They knew what was coming soon
And took leave from the barren scene.
Oh and while the King was looking down
The Queen was just on the way up
The nations stood stunned
They lost a queen and now another King!
And while Nick read a book on sport
The rest had practiced on the court
And we sang eulogies in parts
The day the tennis died
We were singing
Bye-bye dear gem of a guy
Rode our bike to Basel
Where we saw a crying Nadal
We, good old boys, were singing along
Singing, this is the end of it all
This is the end of it all
Melbourne New York Paris & London
Will now happen weighing a ton
Frequently barren and fading fast
The players will try to play on grass
And aim for that elusive class
With the King on the sidelines seeing it pass
Now the O2 arena was cast in dark
Glowing in the embers of a dying spark
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
Now all of the players try to put on a show
But the fading giant still shines in his glow
And did we realize what was revealed
The day the tennis died?
We started singing
Bye-bye dear gem of a guy
Rode our bike to Basel
Where we saw a crying Nadal
We, good old boys, were singing along
Singing, this is the end of it all
This is the end of it all
Oh, and then we were all over the place
An era that faded into space
With no chance for the like of it ever again
So come on, Nick be quick, Nole be fast
Carlos and Stefanos cruising past
'Cause old reels are our only friend
Oh, and as we watched him leave the stage
Our hands were clenched in fists of rage
No Nadal nor Gasper
Could help us ever recover!
And as the fans kept crying through the night
To try to light the darkest with all their might
We saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the tennis died
He was singing
Bye-bye dear gem of a guy
Rode my bike to Basel
Where I saw a crying Nadal
We, good old boys, were singing along
Singing, this is the end of it all
This is the end of it all
We met Mirka doing her chores
And we begged her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
We went down to the courts of past
Where we had witnessed enormous feats
But the man there said the tennis wouldn't play
And in the cities, his fans were lost
The scribes wrote not and the players stopped
Not a racquet was taken
The ball boys all were broken
And the three men we admire most
Federer, Roger, and the only GOAT
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the tennis died
They started singing
Bye-bye dear gem of a guy
Rode our bike to Basel
Where we saw a crying Nadal
We, good old boys, were singing along
Singing, this is the end of it all
This is the end of it all
They were singing
Bye-bye dear gem of a guy
Rode our bike to Basel
Where we saw a crying Nadal
We, good old boys, were singing along
Singing, this is the end of it all
This is the end of it all
