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