WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Stephen Lynch - Almighty Malachi Professional Bowling God Ukulele | Ver. 1
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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
( R A D I O V E R S I O N )
S T E P H E N L Y N C H
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+ This file is Jordan Lapping's 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 +
+ permission. Thank you for understanding. Enjoy. +
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Standard E Tuning, Capo 1st Fret [All chords relative to Capo]
CHORDS USED:
C F C A C Cmaj9
e]--0----0----2----0----3----3--|
B]--2----1----3----0----0----0--|
G]--2----0----2----1----0----0--|
D]--2----2----0----2----0----0--|
A]--0----3---------2----2----0--|
E]-----------------0----3----2--|
INTRO:
E - C (x4)
VERSE 1:
E C E C E C E C
Yooouuuu watch me on your T.V.
E C E C E C E C
Saaaying that my job is easy
E C E C E C E C
Saaaying I am not athletic
E C E C E C E C Cmaj9
Yooouuuu think my sport's pathetic
A E C
But you can't judge me 'till you walked a mile in my bowling shoes
INTERLUDE:
E - C (x3)
VERSE 2:
E C E C E C E C
Sooooooo I don't get all the ladies
E C E C E C E C
Aaaannnd my clothes are from the '80s
E C E C E C E C Cmaj9
I'mmmmmm known throughout the vallies
A
As the prophet of the alleys
CHORUS 1:
C A F C A F C
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
A F C C C
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
A F C A F C
The smell of resin gets my high, kiss those f**king pins goodbye!
A F C C E C
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling, the Bowling... God
INTERLUDE:
E - C (x3)
VERSE 3:
E C E C E C E C
Goooooot a ball that's smooth and all black
E C E C E C E C
I keeeeeep it in my lucky ball-sack
E C E C E C E C Cmaj9
I geeeeeet a feeling in my soul
A
As I finger every hole...
CHORUS 2:
C A F C A F C
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
A F C C C
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
A F C A F C
The smell of resin gets my high, kiss those f**king pins goodbye!
A F C C
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling, the Bowling...
BRIDGE:
E C E C
Not a single man will try to beat Almighty Malachi
E C E C
All who challenge me are slain - "Come on, f**kers, pick a lane!"
E C E C
Marshall Holman, Gary Dickens; get in line for your ass kickins'
E C E C
John Petraglia, Norm Duke; you're so lame it makes me puke
E C E C
Who among the pro-bowl sector dares to don his wrist protector?
E C E C
Not that pussy, Nelson Burton; tells me that his wrist is hurtin'
E C E C
"Hey, Mark Roth and Earl 'The Pearl', are you scared to give the ball a hurl?"
E C E C
How about 'Dicky' Weber and his son, Pete? I'll turn the motherf**kers to cream of wheat!
CHORUS 3:
C A F C A F C
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
A F C C C
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
A F C A F C
The smell of resin gets my high, kiss those f**king pins goodbye!
A F C C
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling, the Bowling...
C A F C A F C A F C C C
The Bowling Gooooooooooooooood! Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaah! The Bowling... God
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