Donald Fagen - Miss Marlene Lyrics
Back in double-o-sevenMiss M was queenShe could roll like a pro rollsWhen she was seventeenWhether straight or hammeredShe was the best in townWhen she release the red ballAll the pins fall downCan’t you hear the balls rumble?Can’t you hear the balls rumble?Miss MarleneWe’re still bowlingEvery Saturday nightSaturday nightYour move to the lane, childPlayed on my heartstringsWith the long skinny legs, childAnd your hoop earringsWhen the stakes are sky-highThat’s when you'd always shineThe ball would ride a moonbeamDown the inside lineCan’t you hear the balls rumble?Can’t you hear the balls rumble?Miss MarleneWe’re still bowlingEvery Saturday nightSaturday nightAnd then, one nightSomething came apartYou were throwin' back hurricanesAnd we knew someoneHad played with your heartYou ran into the dark streetAt University PlaceThe cab came up so fast thatWe saw your laughin' faceCan’t you hear the balls rumble?Can’t you hear the balls rumble?Miss MarleneWe’re still bowlingEvery Saturday nightSometimes on a league nightI catch her scent againHer hand guiding my handWe drop the seven-tenCan’t you hear the balls rumble?Can’t you hear the balls rumbleMiss MarleneWe’re still bowlingEvery Saturday nightSaturday nightEvery Saturday night (x4)
