[Intro: big booming drums, castanets, girls] (Ooh, Tuesday night) (Lane nine, lane nine) [Verse 1] Tuesday night is ladies' league, lane nine, half past eight Marlene keeps the score in pencil 'cause she likes to cheat it late Bev's got gin in her bowling bag and lipstick on her grin And every time I'm rolling good, that's when you stroll in Leaning on the snack bar in the jacket that I bought Smelling like a Camel and a perfume I ain't got I tell the girls, don't look at him, I'm finished, I'm through Then the ball comes rumbling home, and baby, so do you [Pre-Chorus] (Down the lane, down the lane) I roll you out of sight (Down the lane, down the lane) And I swear it's over every night [Chorus] You come back like the ball return (ooh, here he comes) Every time I let you go Rumbling up the rail to me (ooh, here he comes) Shiny, heavy, slow I roll you hard, I roll you straight I roll you clean out of my life But you come back like the ball return Right before my second try [Verse 2] Mama called you a house ball, shiny on the rack Drilled for any hand in town and always coming back Seven years I held you and you never fit my grip Bruised up both my fingers and you still made me slip Marlene says the jukebox is the only man worth a dime Bev says, Dot, it's your turn, honey, Dot, it's your time [Pre-Chorus] (Down the lane, down the lane) I roll you out of sight (Down the lane, down the lane) And I swear it's over every night [Chorus] You come back like the ball return (ooh, here he comes) Every time I let you go Rumbling up the rail to me (ooh, here he comes) Shiny, heavy, slow I roll you hard, I roll you straight I roll you clean out of my life But you come back like the ball return Right before my second try [Bridge: spoken over pounding toms, girls hum] Girls, I'm standing at the line, and I got the split. The seven and the ten. The one nobody picks up. Two pins standing as far apart as me and that man. (Oh, Dot.) So I take a little breath, I put a little spin... and I hit it like I meant it. [Verse 3] The whole alley stood and hollered and the sweeper bar came down Bev spilled gin on Marlene's shoes, the best mess in this town You were by the snack bar, clapping like you helped So I walked right past you, baby, to the pro shop by myself Bought a ball, a purple swirl, my name in gold script, Dot They drilled it to my fingers, first good fit I ever got [Final Chorus: key change, full wall of sound] Now it comes back like the ball return (ooh, here it comes) Every time I let it go 'Cause it's mine, it's got my name on it (ooh, here it comes) Heavy, purple, slow I roll it hard, I roll it straight Right down the middle of my life And you can watch it from the snack bar, Ray I don't need a second try [Outro: girls fade] (Ooh, Tuesday night) (Lane nine, lane nine) Strike.
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