Lyrics
[Intro] [Pressurized Can Metal Pull-Tab Hiss Foley]
Psssh, pop! Scent of fresh rubber and new optic felt
The greatest sensory memory that a player felt!
[Verse 1] [Acoustic Guitar and Fender Rhodes]
Metal pull-ring popping open the airtight tin
Where our afternoon tennis matches begin
Three optic yellow felt balls rolling in my hand
The finest spheres in all the sporting land
Bright yellow fuzz perfect and clean as snow
Ready to put on a championship show
Bouncing the ball three times on the baseline clay
At the golden beginning of a sunny day
[Pre-Chorus] [Upright Bass and Brush Snare]
Smell of new felt and tennis court pine
Everything today is looking so divine
[Chorus] [Fresh Tactile Tennis Drop]
Hiss of the pressurized tin can opening three fresh yellow balls
Answering our joyful athletic calls
On the clay courts of the French Open ground
The sweetest natural sanctuary to be found
Open fresh, bounce true, feel the lively spring
The richest blessing that the match can bring
[Verse 2] [Felt Piano and Bassline]
I spin the ball in my fingers with a confident smile
Ready to play for a golden mile
The court swept clean with the drag mat smooth
Giving our energetic spirits soothe
[Bridge] [Soulful Vocal Belt and Guitar Solo]
Oh, new tennis balls hold so much charm
Safe from every worldly noise and harm
Balls, rackets, clay and an honest heart
Where every noble passion has to start
[Chorus] [Fresh Tactile Tennis Drop]
Hiss of the pressurized tin can opening three fresh yellow balls
Answering our joyful athletic calls
On the clay courts of the French Open ground
The sweetest natural sanctuary to be found
Open fresh, bounce true, feel the lively spring
The richest blessing that the match can bring
[Outro] [Tennis Ball Pop and Can Opening Sigh]
Fresh tennis balls...
Game on clay!
[Fade Out]
[End]