Bowling Song Almighty Malachi Professional Bowling God 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`s

I 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 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` Nickey 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 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!!
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