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almighty malachi , professional bowling god chords tabbed by : vombat ok , so yesterday i was kinda shitfaced and was listening to some stephen lynch . as \"the bowling song\" came on we all got mega pumped up . i decided to give it A try and so i grabbed A guitar and started listening to it over and over again , trying to figure out what chords are used in the song . anyways , this is how i belive the song is beeing played . take care! verse : [ B5 ] [ G ] [ B5 ] [ G ] [ B5 ] [ G ] [ B5 ] [ G ] E ] but you can’t judge me ’till you walked A mile in my bowling shoes . so i don’t get all the ladies . gotta mullet from the 80’s i Am known throughout the valleys . as the prophet of alleys . chorus : [ Am ] [ E ] [ G ] [ Am ] [ E ] [ G ] and as i roll the ball i cry , \"let me bowl or let me die!\" [ Am ] [ E ] [ G ] [ D ] i’m almighty malachi , the bowling god . [ Am ] [ E ] [ G ] the smell of resin gets my high . [ Am ] [ E ] [ G ] [ Am ] kiss those fxxking pins goodbye! [ Am ] [ E ] [ G ] [ D ] i’m almighty malachi , the bowling . . . the bowling . . . [ B5 ] [ G ] [ B5 ] [ G ] . . . etc . god!!!! got A ball that’s 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 roll the ball i cry , \"let me bowl or let me die!\" i’m almighty malachi , the bowling god . the smell of resin gets my high . kiss those motherfxxking pins goodbye! i’m almighty malachi , the bowling . . . bowling . . . ( this part is played with only [ B5 ] and [ G ] just like in the vese ) not A single man will try , to beat almighty malachi . all who challenge me are slain . come on , fxxkers , pick A lane . marshall holden , gary dickens , get in line for your ass kickins’ . john patraglia , norm 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 my prophet , earl the pearl , are ya’ scared to give the ball A hurl? how bout’ dicky weber and his son pete? i’ll turn the motherfxxkers to cream of wheat! and as i roll the ball i cry , \"let me bowl or let me die!\" i’m almighty malachi , the bowling god . the smell of resin gets my high . kiss those fxxking pins goodbye! i’m almighty malachi , the bowling . . . bowling god!! yeaaaaaaah! the bowling god!