Lirik Lagu Bowling Song (Almighty Malachi, Professional Bowling God) - Stephen Lynch
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You watch me on your TV.Say that my job is easy.Say I am not athletic.You think my sport's pathetic.
But you can't judge me 'till you walked a mile in my bowling shoes.
So I don't get all the ladies.And my clothes are from the 80'sI am known throughout the valleys.As the prophet of alleys.
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling god.The smell of rosin gets my high.Kiss those f---in' pins goodbye!I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling... the bowling... god.
Got a ball that's smooth and all black.I keep it in my lucky ball-sac.I get a feeling in my soul.As I finger every hole.
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling god.The smell of rosin gets my high.Kiss those f---in' pins goodbye!I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling... the bowling...
Not a single men will try, to beat almighty Malakai.All that challenge me are slain.Come on, f---ers pick a lane.Marshall Home and Gary Dickens, get in line for your ass kickins'.John Patracky and Norton Duke, your so lame it makes me puke.Who amongst the pro-bowl sector.Dares to don his wrist protector.Not that pussy Nelson Burton, tells me that his wrist is hurtin'.Hey Mark Walfey, Earl the Pearl, are ya' scared to give the ball a hurl?How bout' Dickey Webber and his son Pete? I'll turn the motha fuckas to cream of wheat!
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling god.The smell of rosin gets my high.Kiss those f---in' pins goodbye!I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling... bowlin... ohhhhh!The bowling god!!
But you can't judge me 'till you walked a mile in my bowling shoes.
So I don't get all the ladies.And my clothes are from the 80'sI am known throughout the valleys.As the prophet of alleys.
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling god.The smell of rosin gets my high.Kiss those f---in' pins goodbye!I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling... the bowling... god.
Got a ball that's smooth and all black.I keep it in my lucky ball-sac.I get a feeling in my soul.As I finger every hole.
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling god.The smell of rosin gets my high.Kiss those f---in' pins goodbye!I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling... the bowling...
Not a single men will try, to beat almighty Malakai.All that challenge me are slain.Come on, f---ers pick a lane.Marshall Home and Gary Dickens, get in line for your ass kickins'.John Patracky and Norton Duke, your so lame it makes me puke.Who amongst the pro-bowl sector.Dares to don his wrist protector.Not that pussy Nelson Burton, tells me that his wrist is hurtin'.Hey Mark Walfey, Earl the Pearl, are ya' scared to give the ball a hurl?How bout' Dickey Webber and his son Pete? I'll turn the motha fuckas to cream of wheat!
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling god.The smell of rosin gets my high.Kiss those f---in' pins goodbye!I'm almighty Malakai, the bowling... bowlin... ohhhhh!The bowling god!!
