Bowling alley song lyrics: 3 Three Strikes Against You. Thunder rumbling floor, saggy-back bed. MickTerry.com

Bowling alley song lyrics: 3 Three Strikes Against You. Thunder rumbling floor, saggy-back bed. MICK TERRY
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( Bowling alley home song lyrics )
THREE STRIKES AGAINST YOU
Copyright 2006 - MickTerry.com

We used to rent a
room right on top of the bowling alley.
It wasn't much. It was cheap. What can I say?
A single window looking out
to another looking in.
And their blinds were open wide night or day.

    THREE STRIKES AGAINST YOU,
    how can you score?
    THREE STRIKES AGAINST YOU
    & there's thunder rumbling through your floor.
    It's impossible to go to sleep early.
    It's impossible for sleeping in.
    THREE STRIKES AGAINST YOU,
    don't you want more?

They didn't seem to
care if we watched them parading naked,
or having sex, screaming fights or lines of coke.
If we were wanting privacy,
our blinds closed immediately.
And to them, our being prudes was a joke.

    CHORUS

        We were grateful,
        grateful for a roof over our heads.
        We were grateful,
        grateful for our lumpy old saggy-back bed.
        'Though we sure didn't get much sleep,
        those mem'ries would be ours to keep.
        & we swore that soon
        there would be something much better.

Petunias in a
pot at the heart of our kitchen table
added a splash to the wall paint: choc'late brown.
What with the shaking of our walls
and the cat fights down the hall,
in three months, we'd had enough.
Had to move. It was too rough.
Moving out and moving up.
Found another so much better,
peace and quiet all together,
right beside the waste disposal plant in town.

    CHORUS

Copyright 2006  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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To other sports song lyrics:   GOING BATTY
To other house / home song lyrics:   NEKKID
DOUBLE-WIDE
SLEEPER CELL
YOUR LEAVING
I'M GOING HOME
PICTURE PERFECT
BRAND NEW SLUMS
INVASION OF PRIVACY
LIVING IN A RIVERBED
TRAILER TRASH TRAMP
NORTON ANTI-TERRORIST
STEAMING CUP OF COFFEE
MISS MANNERS, MISS MANNERS
TAGGERS HIT OUR HOME TODAY
I CAN TELL YOU BUY AT COSTCO
AIN'T IT THE AMERICAN DREAM?
& THERE SHE GOES (HOME AGAIN)
APPLIANCE ALLIANCE AGAINST ME
NEW NEIGHBOR FROM ATASCADERO
$700 BILLION MAY BE CHUMP CHANGE
WHO PUT OUT THE SIGN 'ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET'?
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