Bowl-A-Rama Lyrics

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 mile