Does it roll? Does it hook?
Is the drilling complete?
My brand new pro-shop Angle
bowled me right off my feet

It was purest urethane
No one could ever stain
The memory of my Angle
Could never cause me pain

Years go by I'm lookin' through a bowlin' magazine
And there's my pro-shop Angle on the pages in-between

CHORUS:
My blood runs cold
My Yellow Dot has just been sold
My Angle is the centerfold
Angle is the centerfold
(Repeat)

Getting a sheet at the desk
While I was thinkin' about lane dress
I was shy I turned away
Before it caught my eye

I was shakin' in my shoes
Afraid of leavin' solid 2's

Something had a hold on me
When Angle rolled close by

That soft porous urethane
Too magical to touch
Too see it in my bowling bag
Is really just too much

CHORUS
My blood runs cold
My Yellow Dot has just been sold
My Angle is the centerfold
Angle is the centerfold
(Repeat)

It's okay I understand
This ain't no solid 10-pin land
I hope that when this issue's gone
I'll see you when the lanes are on

Take you car, Yes we will
We'll take your car and drive it
We'll take it to the City Bowl
And roll some lines in private

A part of me has just been ripped
As The 4 pin has just been tripped
Oh no, I can't deny it
Oh yea, I guess I gotta buy it!