Workin' Friday night down at the Alley
We're open late twelve lanes, no wait, you tally
She walked right in, said with a grin
"I'll take lane 11, and shoe size 10," "let's set um' up and we'll roll 'em again,
Uh huh."
She's a fine fine fine bowling baby
She's my my my bowling alley queen
She don't seem to see or even notice me
But she's all the woman a boy like me could need
She's got a pink bowling ball and oh man can she throw it
It makes my knees get weak just see the way that she hold it
When she follows through with that k**er hook
She strides on back and don't even look
That's bowling cool and she wrote the book
Uh huh
She drinks diet Coke and she don't ever tease her hair
I like those black stretch pants and v-neck sweaters she always wears
And she never jumps or shouts or screams
She has an almost perfect swing
Her roll is hard and usually mean
Uh huh
Last night I wore my new blue jeans combed back my hair with water
Trying hard to look cool and cas' just leanin' on the counter
Both hands in my pockets I watched her take off her bowling gloves
I don't know what this is, but I think it must be love
Maybe some day she'll turn around, smile and put her ball bag down
And say "Hey, buddy let's bowl a round. . .uh huh"