Like I screwed up,
But that doesn’t make a match
One point
An idea begins to hatch

To return the point
To win it back
I know I can
For I was her man

So return serve
Spilt step and volley
Tell the other guy to shut up
He’s a loser pushing a trolley

Trying to sell you a beer
For that s his only chance
But I return the serve
Better than a drink’s appealing trance