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"