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 killer 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?