12 Pounds of Pain (Brownstein/Battat)

In the sweat of the summer everyday of the week

He spins a tail without a word to speak

In the winter when we’re freezing he’s bringing the heat

Since 2004 he’s been riding a streak

Sonny’s slingin’ on the thirty-third lane

Giving those pins twelve pounds of pain

A perfect ten and they’re callin’ his name

Ain’t nobody been better at this game

Dale and Don say bring it on

Sonny’s reign has gone on too long

But later that night when they got home

Their wives were not surprised to hear they couldn’t take the throne

Even a married Jane has seen him hit the lanes

Don’t wait up if she’s seen him play

Sonny’s slingin’ on the thirty-third lane

Giving those pins twelve pounds of pain

A perfect ten and they’re callin’ his name

Ain’t nobody been better at this game

He stands at the line

With the white in his eyes

Four steps forward and raises it high

Slides so smooth and turns back around

Just to hear that striking sound

Ain’t nobody been better at this game

Sonny’s slingin’ on the thirty-third lane

Giving those pins twelve pounds of pain

A perfect ten and they’re callin’ his name

Ain’t nobody been better at this game

Written by Jake Brownstein and Dani Battat

Copyright Lazy Egg Records