Bowl-A-Rama

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