Come on, come on, come on, come on, psychopathetic !
Come on, come on, come on, the referee is sick !
Wake up, wake up, wake up, the ball is on the line !
Get up, get up, get up, show me where, then I cook you fine …
Check it, check it, check it, check it, you dirty bastard !
Show me, show me, show me, and run very far !
Shut up, fuck off, shut up, shut your fucking mouth !
Don’t even try to explain to me tennis rules …
Come on, come on, come on, you are nevrotic !
Come on, come on, come on, now the ball is in your ass !
Shut up ! You just deserve this bigger hole
Get out before I take the blind eyes off your dirty face …
Wake up, wake up, wake up, the nightmare’s just beginning
Who do yo think you are to say John is out ?
You’d better ask for pity or I eat your ears and your ugly noise
Come on, come on, come on, I’m gonna destroy my racket on Central Court, once again …
JOHN, YOU ARE ONLY PLAYIN’ TENNIS
DON’T YOU WORRY WHERE THE BALL FELL
LOVE IS THE ONLY REMEDY
KISS YOUR NEW FRIEND : THE REFEREE