Thunder Bowlers - The Grand Finale Lyrics

Last year, third place, we accepted our defeat
So We went back to the drawing board, calculating the spreadsheet
We later heard from a tweet,
Other teams saying we are in for a treat
So we came back swinging like Ron Jeremy's meat
We warned the motherf*ckers we were here to compete
So what'd we do?
We added top notch subs and a ringer from down the street

Roll up to the lane for our last game of the year
Limo rollin on 20's, gold paint front to rear
When we open up the door the doves fly by
Wearing Gucci bowling shoes, Prada suit and tie
Like Bone and Biggie.....
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, get high, get high, get high

This year we striked more than a union
Drank a shit ton of beer like at a family reunion
We collected more spares than the junkyards
Should've handed out rebates, call us Manards
We just let the trolls keep trolling
Because we just keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

Roll up to the lane for our last game of the year
Limo rollin on 20's, gold paint front to rear
When we open up the door the doves fly by
Wearing Gucci bowling shoes, Prada suit and tie
Like Bone and Biggie...
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, get high, get high, get high

This year we striked more than a union
Drank a shit ton of beer like at a family reunion
We collected more spares than the junkyards
Should've handed out rebates, call us Manards
We just let the trolls keep trolling
Because we just keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin

Roll up to the lane for our last game of the year
Limo rollin on 20's, gold paint front to rear
When we open up the door the doves fly by
Wearing Gucci bowling shoes, Prada suit and tie
Like Bone and Biggie...
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, get high, get high, get high

Another long season is in the books
Wearing a championship ring, 24 karat by the looks
The feeling that we have we can't put into words
I'm feeling like Alfred Hitchcock, because a 21 week season is for 'The Birds'

Roll up to the lane for our last game of the year
Limo rollin on 20's, gold paint front to rear
When we open up the door the doves fly by
Wearing Gucci bowling shoes, Prada suit and tie
Like Bone and Biggie...
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, get high, get high, get high

Peace out everyone, we apologize for the beat down. Over and out, we eastbound and downtown.