Stephen Lynch - Bowling Song Lyrics
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 am mighty Malakai, the bowling god.The smell of rising gets my high.Kiss those f---in' pins goodbye!I am mighty 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 am mighty Malakai, the bowling god.The smell of rising gets my high.Kiss those f---in' pins goodbye!I am mighty 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.Oh I'm on the pro-bowl sector.There's to Don his wrist protector.Not that ***** 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' Nickey Webber and his son Pete? I'll turn the motha *****as to cream of wheat!And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"I am mighty Malakai, the bowling god.The smell of rising gets my high.Kiss those f---in' pins goodbye!I am mighty Malakai, the bowling... bowlin... ohhhhh!The bowling god!!
