Tennis High Road lyrics

Up to the street they come to meet
Withered and dazed by the summer heat
The sun is always in their eyes
They hold their glasses like their prize
On a crowded fair on gin they dine
They're always losing track of time
All supping mango paradise
They import everything that's nice
Comfort is a word rarely heard
Beaches are transient, they look all over
Too many to quote
But better times they never show

By now the dreams have all been dreamt
All of the money has been spent

The crashing surf upon the ground
And no-one ever hears this sound
Our life of middling at best
Put that pro-touch-up to a rest
Was it a choice choice? They do not know
That better times they never showed

Paradise is all around
But happiness is never found
Paradise is all around
But happiness is never found