Biografia:
Stephen Lynch es un humorista de stand-up comedy muy al estilo de Doug Stanhope pero sus monólogos son en forma de canción, Stephen nacio el 28 de Julio de 1971 en Abington, Pennsylvania.
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Outras músicas:
- 3 Balloons
- Dear Diary
- Dr.stephen
- Hair
- Half A Man
- If I Were Gay
- Peanuts
- Pierre
- Special Fred
- Vanilla Ice Cream
- Voices In My Head
- What If God Smoked Cannabis
- Whittlin Man
- A History Lesson
- A Month Dead
- Albino
- Almighty Malachi Professional Bowling God
- America
- Baby
- Beelz
- Best Friends Song
- Bitch
- Bowling Song
- Caught Me Spankin It
- Classic Rock Song
- Country Love Song
- Craig Christ
- D And D
- Delta Kai
- Dirty Sanchez
- Dnd
- Doing Acid At The Mall
- Down To The Old Pub Instead
- Drew Lynch Gary Foster
- Fishin Hole
- For Me
- Gangster Cowboy
- Gay
- Gerbil
- Grandfather Die
- Hallelujah
- Halloween
- Hermaphroditey
- In Defense Of A Peepshow Girl
- It Seems Last Night
- Jim Hensons Dead
- Kill A Kitten
- Little Tiny Moustache
- Medieval Bush
- Mixer At Delta Chi
- Not Home
- Peepshow Girl
- Prettier Than You
- Priest
- Queer Tattoo
- Shes Got A Smile
- Shes Gotta Smile
- Special
- Superhero
- Talk To Me
- Tattoo
- Tennessee
- The Ballad Of Scarface
- The Gathering
- The Night I Laid You Down
- Then She Farted
- Ugly Baby
- Waiting
- What If That Guy From Smashing Pumkins Lost His Car Keys
- When Grandfather Dies
- When Youre Not Home
- While Youre Away
- Whittilin Man
- You Caught Me Spankin It
- Youll Do
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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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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+--------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------+
+ 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 +
+ be duplicated for use with other websites without written +
+ permission. Thank you for understanding. Enjoy. +
+---------------------------------------------------------------+
Tabbed by Jordan Lapping
Standard E Tuning, Capo 1st Fret [All chords relative to Capo]
CHORDS USED:
A C D E G Gmaj9
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:
B - G (x4)
VERSE 1:
B G B G B G B G
Yooouuuu watch me on your T.V.
B G B G B G B G
Saaaying that my job is easy
B G B G B G B G
Saaaying I am not athletic
B G B G B G B G Gmaj9
Yooouuuu think my sport's pathetic
E B G
But you can't judge me 'till you walked a mile in my bowling shoes
INTERLUDE:
B - G (x3)
VERSE 2:
B G B G B G B G
Sooooooo I don't get all the ladies
B G B G B G B G
Aaaannnd my clothes are from the '80s
B G B G B G B G Gmaj9
I'mmmmmm known throughout the vallies
E
As the prophet of the alleys
CHORUS 1:
A E C A E C A
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
E C G D A
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
E C A E C A
The smell of resin gets my high, kiss those fucking pins goodbye!
E C G D B G
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling, the Bowling... God
INTERLUDE:
B - G (x3)
VERSE 3:
B G B G B G B G
Goooooot a ball that's smooth and all black
B G B G B G B G
I keeeeeep it in my lucky ball-sack
B G B G B G B G Gmaj9
I geeeeeet a feeling in my soul
E
As I finger every hole...
CHORUS 2:
A E C A E C A
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
E C G D A
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
E C A E C A
The smell of resin gets my high, kiss those fucking pins goodbye!
E C G D
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling, the Bowling...
BRIDGE:
B G B G
Not a single man will try to beat Almighty Malachi
B G B G
All who challenge me are slain - "Come on, fuckers, pick a lane!"
B G B G
Marshall Holman, Gary Dickens; get in line for your ass kickins'
B G B G
John Petraglia, Norm Duke; you're so lame it makes me puke
B G B G
Who among the pro-bowl sector dares to don his wrist protector?
B G B G
Not that pussy, Nelson Burton; tells me that his wrist is hurtin'
B G B G
"Hey, Mark Roth and Earl 'The Pearl', are you scared to give the ball a hurl?"
B G B G
How about 'Dicky' Weber and his son, Pete? I'll turn the motherfuckers to cream of wheat!
CHORUS 3:
A E C A E C A
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
E C G D A
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
E C A E C A
The smell of resin gets my high, kiss those fucking pins goodbye!
E C G D
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling, the Bowling...
A E C A E C A E C G D A
The Bowling Gooooooooooooooood! Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaah! The Bowling... God
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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
××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
+--------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------+
+ 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 +
+ be duplicated for use with other websites without written +
+ permission. Thank you for understanding. Enjoy. +
+---------------------------------------------------------------+
Tabbed by Jordan Lapping
Standard E Tuning, Capo 1st Fret [All chords relative to Capo]
CHORDS USED:
A C D E G Gmaj9
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:
B - G (x4)
VERSE 1:
B G B G B G B G
Yooouuuu watch me on your T.V.
B G B G B G B G
Saaaying that my job is easy
B G B G B G B G
Saaaying I am not athletic
B G B G B G B G Gmaj9
Yooouuuu think my sport's pathetic
E B G
But you can't judge me 'till you walked a mile in my bowling shoes
INTERLUDE:
B - G (x3)
VERSE 2:
B G B G B G B G
Sooooooo I don't get all the ladies
B G B G B G B G
Aaaannnd my clothes are from the '80s
B G B G B G B G Gmaj9
I'mmmmmm known throughout the vallies
E
As the prophet of the alleys
CHORUS 1:
A E C A E C A
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
E C G D A
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
E C A E C A
The smell of resin gets my high, kiss those fucking pins goodbye!
E C G D B G
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling, the Bowling... God
INTERLUDE:
B - G (x3)
VERSE 3:
B G B G B G B G
Goooooot a ball that's smooth and all black
B G B G B G B G
I keeeeeep it in my lucky ball-sack
B G B G B G B G Gmaj9
I geeeeeet a feeling in my soul
E
As I finger every hole...
CHORUS 2:
A E C A E C A
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
E C G D A
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
E C A E C A
The smell of resin gets my high, kiss those fucking pins goodbye!
E C G D
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling, the Bowling...
BRIDGE:
B G B G
Not a single man will try to beat Almighty Malachi
B G B G
All who challenge me are slain - "Come on, fuckers, pick a lane!"
B G B G
Marshall Holman, Gary Dickens; get in line for your ass kickins'
B G B G
John Petraglia, Norm Duke; you're so lame it makes me puke
B G B G
Who among the pro-bowl sector dares to don his wrist protector?
B G B G
Not that pussy, Nelson Burton; tells me that his wrist is hurtin'
B G B G
"Hey, Mark Roth and Earl 'The Pearl', are you scared to give the ball a hurl?"
B G B G
How about 'Dicky' Weber and his son, Pete? I'll turn the motherfuckers to cream of wheat!
CHORUS 3:
A E C A E C A
And as I roll the ball I cry, "Let me bowl or let me die!"
E C G D A
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling God
E C A E C A
The smell of resin gets my high, kiss those fucking pins goodbye!
E C G D
I'm Almighty Malachi, the Bowling, the Bowling...
A E C A E C A E C G D A
The Bowling Gooooooooooooooood! Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaah! The Bowling... God
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