| Back in double-o-seven
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| Miss M was queen
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| She could roll like a pro rolls
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| When she was seventeen
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| Whether straight or hammered
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| She was the best in town
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| When she release the red ball
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| All the pins fall down
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| Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
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| Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
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| Miss Marlene
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| We’re still bowling
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| Every Saturday night
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| Saturday night
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| Your move to the lane, child
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| Played on my heartstrings
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| With the long skinny legs, child
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| And your hoop earrings
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| When the stakes are sky-high
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| That’s when you’d always shine
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| The ball would ride a moonbeam
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| Down the inside line
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| Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
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| Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
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| Miss Marlene
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| We’re still bowling
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| Every Saturday night
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| Saturday night
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| And then, one night
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| Something came apart
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| You were throwin' back hurricanes
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| And we knew someone
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| Had played with your heart
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| You ran into the dark street
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| At University Place
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| The cab came up so fast that
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| We saw your laughin' face
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| Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
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| Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
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| Miss Marlene
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| We’re still bowling
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| Every Saturday night
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| Sometimes on a league night
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| I catch her scent again
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| Her hand guiding my hand
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| We drop the seven-ten
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| Can’t you hear the balls rumble?
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| Can’t you hear the balls rumble
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| Miss Marlene
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| We’re still bowling
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| Every Saturday night
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| Saturday night
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| Every Saturday night (x4) |