Miss Marlene - Donald Fagen

Back in double-o-seven

Miss M was queen

She could roll like a pro rolls

When she was seventeen

Whether straight or hammered

She was the best in town

When she release the 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 bowling

Every Saturday night

Saturday night

Your move to the lane, child

Played on my heartstrings

With the long skinny legs, child

And your hoop earrings

When the stakes are sky-high

That’s when you’d 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 bowling

Every Saturday night

Saturday night

And then, one night

Something came apart

You were throwin' back hurricanes

And we knew someone

Had played with your heart

You ran into the dark street

At University Place

The cab came up so fast that

We saw your laughin' face

Can’t you hear the balls rumble?

Can’t you hear the balls rumble?

Miss Marlene

We’re still bowling

Every Saturday night

Sometimes on a league night

I catch her scent again

Her hand guiding my hand

We drop the seven-ten

Can’t you hear the balls rumble?

Can’t you hear the balls rumble

Miss Marlene

We’re still bowling

Every Saturday night

Saturday night

Every Saturday night (x4)