My Tennis Racquet

As the ball flies
Through the sky
My racquet claims topspin
Please don’t go out it will be a sin

As I put in the power
The whole world stops for an hour
Please don’t hit the net
But luckily it’s a let

Oh yeah I win the rally
It all ends with my pally
His name is Tyson
He’s as big a bison

I never hit the umpire
Cause I would have to hit the ball higher
My opponent hits it out
My mate Harry Taylor takes the mark

At the end of the day I love my racquet, it’s a head
But I love going to bed
And then I wake up the next morning
I hit the ball it is always soaring