R-S-T-C: The Song

R.S.T.C. by anonymous
Young man, there’s a place you can go.
I said, young man, there’s a place you can show
Your fancy footwork, strokes, and steel nerves
Forehand, Backhand, Slice, Drop, and Serve
President Annette is a doll
She will never holler nor howl
Although you serve with your foot on the line
And you stole her ball yelling “mine!”
It’s fun to play with the R-S-T-C
It’s fun to play with the R-S-T-C
They have tournaments for us all to enjoy
You can play or cheer and make noise
It’s fun to play with the R-S-T-C
It’s fun to play with the R-S-T-C
They have tournaments, socials and open play
Come join us for a fun-filled day
Irene is a chef extraordinaire
Barb brings refreshments to share
Our line calls are really better than fair
But Dennis aces everyone
Young man, there’s, no need to feel down.
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.
I said, young man, ‘though you just lost the game
There is no need to be ashamed.
It’s fun to play with the R-S-T-C
It’s fun to play with the R-S-T-C
They have tournaments for us all to enjoy
You can play or cheer and make noise
It’s fun to play with the R-S-T-C
It’s fun to play with the R-S-T-C
They have tournaments, socials and open play
Come join us for a fun-filled day...
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