Joseph Lane was a bowler Headed for the PBA He had a room full of trophies And dreamed of the perfect game
One night at the Bowl-A-Rama He got eleven strikes in a row You could almost hear a pin drop When he made that final roll
Bless my soul Oh what a crime The best he'll ever bowl Is 299
Now Joe was a wiry thin man He loved his Lucky Strikes You could find him at the snack bar With a Coke and greasy fries
One day he had a heart attack Fell down and nearly died Had to put away his bowling shoes But the alley is still his life
If you're ever down at the Bowl-A-Rama And run into a guy named Joe Get him to tell you about that perfect game He almost bowled
And when you think about this You can't help but smile Cause sometimes when you miss something by an inch It might as well have been a mileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
