Story Behind the Song
Based around the guitar player's notion that the easiest place to pick up women in Flint, Michigan was while subbing for his mom in a Catholic bowling league. He has since returned to full-time masturbation.
Lyrics
A hot lolita with her in a bun, looking for a spare with her shirt undone, had a couple beers & she feels alright, roll those balls around town tonight... This is where the divorcees cruise, they stick out their tits & slobber their booze, Cindy & Donald & Debra Lynn, it's the mating call of the bowling pin.... It's a hotbed, hotbed, hotbed of sin.... Horny old lizards hit the lanes, it's Tuesday night it's time to curb your brains, we've got drool running down our chin, we don't even care if our team wins... It's a hotbed, hotbed, hotbed of sin
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