A Bowling Alley Wedding (Somewhere down in Dallas Way)
By Mandy Lynn Morris
Well my boyfriend says to me:
“Now that you're in a family way,
there's something I wanna ask you
an' I hope you won't say “neigh”
I've been maxing out your credit cards
just so that I can pay
for a bowing alley wedding
somewhere down in Dallas way”
“Now in your state you can't fly there
an' your can't ride in my truck
but I did some digging round online
and boy are you in luck
There's a Greyhound bound for Texas
and it only takes a day
from Richmond to a bowling alley
down in Dallas Way”
When we pulled up at the strip mall
a doorman blocked my way
said: “One-hundred dollar cover charge
is what you gotta to pay”
They're smoking up a storm inside,
the alawgs held at bay
from my bowling alley wedding
somewhere down in Dallas way
Well the groom runs up to me
an' says: “You got here, now don't dally
want my hangers-on to witness
when I take you up the alley
My friend Dick's been ordained
and he's flown here from L.A.
to officiate our bowling wedding
down in Dallas Way”
Now my husband says “I got some news
but don't get too excited
There's a honeymoon in Vegas
but I'm afraid you're not invited”
There's no white dress
no three-tiered cake
no bridesmaids
no bouquet
just a bowing alley wedding
somewhere down in Dallas way