Miss Marlene

Back in Double O Seven The Zen was Queen She could roll like a pros When she was Seventeen Whether straight or hammered She was the best in town When she released a red ball All the pins fall down Can't you hear the balls rumble? Can't you hear the balls rumble? Miss Marlene We're still bold Every Saturday night Saturday night Your move to the lane, child Played on my heartstrings With the long skinny legs, child And your hoopy rings When the stakes are sky high That's when you always shine The ball would ride a moonbeam Down the inside line Can't you hear the balls rumble? Can't you hear the balls rumble? Miss Marlene We're still bold Every Saturday night Saturday night And then, the night Something came upon You were the And knew someone Had played with your heart Ran into the dark street At University Place Cab came up so fast that We saw your laughing face Can't you hear the balls rumble? Can't you hear the balls rumble? Miss Marlene We're still bold Every Saturday night Sometimes on a league night I catch a scent again We drop the seven down Can't you hear the balls rumble? Can't you hear the balls rumble Miss Marlene We're still bold Every Saturday night Saturday night Every Saturday night Every Saturday night Every Saturday night Every Saturday night