You watch me on your t.v.
Say that my job is easy
Say i am not athletic
You think my sports pathetic
But you can't judge me till u have walked a mile in my bowling shoes

So i don;t get all the ladies
And my clothes are from the 80's
I'm known throughout the valley
As the profit of the alleys

And as i role the ball i cry
let me bowl or let me die
i'm all mighty Malachi
the bowling god
the smell of risen gets me high
kiss those fucking pins goodbye
i'm all mighty Malachi
the bowling , bowling god

Got a ball thats smooth and all black
I keep it in my lucky ball sack
I get a feeling in my soul
As i finger every hole

And as i role the ball i cry
let me bowl or let me die
i'm all mighty Malachi
the bowling god
the smell of risen gets me high
kiss those fucking pins goodbye
i'm all mighty Malachi
the bowling , bowling

Not a single man will try
to beat all mighty Malachi
All who challenge me are slain
come on fucker pick a lane
Marshall holeman, gary dickens
get in line for your ass kickins
John Patraglia, Norton Duke
your so lame it makes me puke
who among the pro bowl sector
dares to don his wrist protector
not that pussy Nelson Burton
tells me that his wrist is hurtin
Hey Mark Walls, say Earl the pearl
are u scared to give the ball a hurl
How about Dickie Weber or his son Pete
I'll turn the fuckers to cream of wheat

And as i role the ball i cry
let me bowl or let me die
i'm all mighty Malachi
the bowling god
the smell of risen gets me high
kiss those fucking pins goodbye
i'm all mighty Malachi
the bowling , bowling god
the bowling god


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