作词 : 林子祥
作曲 : 林子祥
Playing the forehand.
You're missing the ball.
And you feel that your timing is off
and you scoff at the umpire
who's calling the line.
Yes, he's blind.
But be kind.
It's not time when you're trailing behind.
Bend those old knees.
You'll be catching the breeze
as the man at the net takes a crack at your head.
Now you're down 45
and there's no time to cry.
You say, "wait!"
They say,"Why？"
And here's mud in your eye!
Adding insult to your third double fault.
they all said that the net was too low!
Your lobs are too short
and your strings are too taut.
And your age is beginning to show!
Don't feel defeated.
You're only un-seeded.
You just can't believe it.
Oh, ain't we conceited!
So put on your adidas
and make like you're Vilas.
Just having competed is all that it is!

Navratilova
Helena Sukova
Ivan Miloslav
Yannick Noah
Chrissie and Steffi and Miss Sabatini
Becker and Borg
McEnroe
Tennis is fun when you don't have to run.
When the scoring is none,
and you don't care who won!
So get off your buns
and get out in the sun.
We can go on and on
till the morning is done