I saw the Dalai Lama at the Hollywood Bowl

Talking to the people with their beepers and their cell

phones

Wilt Chamberlain, he's all gone

Shaquille O'Neal keeps rapping on-



Gimme my goddamn Jack Kramer wood fucking racket

I can't keep it on the court no more

Give me my goddamn Jack Kramer wood fucking racket

Something I can hold on to



Livin day by day livin hand to mouth

Try goin' north, keep on headin south

Maybe If I had a pension plan, maybe if I had a wife

Maybe if I'd ever had a plan in my life



Give me my goddamn Jack Kramer wood fucking racket

I can't keep it on the court no more

Give me my goddamn Jack Kramer wood fucking racket

Something I can hold on too



This one is too light

This one is too tight

This one I can hardly even feel

I don't believe it's real



Well I saw the Dalai Lama at the Hollywood Bowl

Goldie Hawn was there and some people from some soap

opera

I wanted to ask him, how do you get along

When the rest of the world ain't singing your song



Give me my goddamn Jack Kramer wood fucking racket

I can't keep it on the lines no more

Give me my goddamn Jack Kramer wood fucking racket

Something I can hold on to