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A l m i g h t y M a l a c h i , P r o f e s s i o n a l
B o w l i n g G o d
S T E P H E N L Y N C H
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+ This file is Jordan Lappings own work and represents his +
+ interpretation of the song. You may only use this file for +
+ private study, scholarship, or research. The contents may not +
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Tabbed by Jordan Lapping
Standard E Tuning
CHORDS USED:
A# C D Dsus2 F G
e]–1—-0—-2—-0—-1—-3–|
B]–3—-1—-3—-3—-1—-0–|
G]–3—-0—-2—-2—-2—-0–|
D]–3—-2—-0—-0—-3—-0–|
A]–1—-3————–3—-2–|
E]———————-1—-3–|
INTRO:
Dsus2 – A# (x4)
VERSE 1:
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
Yooouuuu watch me on your T.V.
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
Saaaying that my job is easy
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
Saaaying I am not athletic
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
Yooouuuu think my sport’s pathetic
G Dsus2 A#
But you can’t judge me ’till you walked a mile in my bowling… shoes
INTERLUDE:
Dsus2 – A# (x3)
VERSE 2:
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
Sooooooo I don’t get all the ladies
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
Aaaannnd my clothes are from the 80’s
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
I’mmmmmm known throughout the vallies
G
As the prophet of the alleys
CHORUS 1:
C G C G C
And as I roll the ball I cry, “Let me bowl or let me die!”
G D F C
I’m Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
G C G C
The smell of rosin gets my high, kiss those fucking pins goodbye!
G D F Dsus2 A#
I’m Almighty Malachi, the Bowling, the Bowling… God
INTERLUDE:
Dsus2 – A# (x4)
VERSE 3:
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
Goooooot a ball that’s smooth and all black
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
I keeeeeep it in my favourite ball-sack
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
I geeeeeet a feeling in my soul
G
As I finger every hole…
CHORUS 2:
C G C G C
And as I roll the ball I cry, “Let me bowl or let me die!”
G D F C
I’m Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
G C G C
The smell of rosin gets my high, kiss those fucking pins goodbye!
G D F
I’m Almighty Malachi, the Bowling, the Bowling…
BRIDGE:
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
Not a single man will try to beat Almighty Malachi
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
All who challenge me are slain – “Come on, fuckers, pick a lane!”
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
Marshall Holman, Gary Dickens; get in line for your ass kickins’
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
John Petraglia, Norm Duke; your so lame it makes me puke
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
Who among the pro-bowl sector dares to don his wrist protector?
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
Not that pussy, Nelson Burton; tells me that his wrist is hurtin’
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
“Hey, Mark Roth, hey, Earl ‘The Pearl’, are you scared to give the ball a hurl?”
Dsus2 A# Dsus2 A#
How about ‘Dickie’ Weber and his son, Pete? I’ll turn the motherfuckers to cream of wheat!
CHORUS 3:
C G C G C
And as I roll the ball I cry, “Let me bowl or let me die!”
G D F C
I’m Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
G C G C
The smell of rosin gets my high, kiss those fucking pins goodbye!
G D F
I’m Almighty Malachi, the Bowling
C G C G C G D F C
The Bowling Goooooooooood! Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah! The Bowling… God
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