What's a lawn bowling league without an anthem?

The "official" anthem of Men With Big Bowls is "Bowl the Man Down." It was selected by a vote of the league members over six other entries. The runner up was "Roll Your Bowls, It's Summertime." All seven entries are listed below and are part of the MWBB songbook. You can hear rousing renditions of all the entries below.

Bowl the Man Down (to the tune of Blow the Man Down)
lyrics by Eric Ring (with help from Beth Farrow and Brian Nichols)

We're Men With Big Bowls up in Jefferson Park
Aye, Aye, Bowl the Man Down
We're Men with big bowls, and we're not very smart
Give me some time to Bowl the Man Down

With a clink of our drink we head out for the rink
Aye, Aye, Bowl the Man Down
A toss of the coin and a nudge and a wink
Give me some time to Bowl the Man Down

Lead, skip or vice may your bias be true
Aye, Aye, Bowl the Man Down
And I'm playing fair but I hope that you lose
Give me some time to Bowl the Man Down

If you're striking my Jack then I'm burning your end
Aye, Aye, Bowl the Man Down
So set 'em up pal and we'll do it again
Give me some time to Bowl the Man Down

We're men with big bowls, we have nothing to prove
Aye, Aye, Bowl the Man Down
We have Glorious bowls (except when we lose)
Give me some time to Bowl the Man Down

Roll Your Bowls, It's Summertime (to the tune of Clementine)
lyrics by Christian Swenson

Long Call—– BOWL!!!  (sung high) —-We bowl (sung low)
 
TOWEL!!  (high)  Got towel (low)…
 
OOOhhhhh….Roll your bowl, Men With Big Bowls, Roll your bowls, it’s summertime.
Take your time, you're getting older, ain’t the evenin’ looking fine.
 
On a hilltop in the evening, men with bowls and beers with guys.
Rolling softly, talking loudly, as the sun gets in their eyes.
 
Roll your bowl, Men With Big Bowls, Roll your bowls, it’s summertime.
Take your time, your'e getting older, ain’t the evening looking fine.
 
Oh, the Greens crew, praise the Greens crew, without them we could not bowl.
Got here early, prepped the Barbie, trimmed those greens so smooth and fine.
 
Brought the ice to cool the brewskis, “Sorry, bro-, we got no wine.”
Turn your phone and wives to silent, roll your bowls, it’s summertime.
 
Roll your bowl, Men With Big Bowls, Roll your bowls, it’s summertime.
Take our time, we're getting older, ain’t the evening looking fine.

 

Grab Your Bowls (to the tune of The Sunny Side of the Street)
By Tom Zachary

Grab your mat and grab your bowls
Take your feets out on  the greens
Summer is so sweet
When your lawn bowling in the league

Set the jack and roll your bowl
And wonder where it goes
Draw right to the jack
Or end up in the back?

They used to bowl on the greens (Bridge)
In white dungarees
But now it’s okay
To dress like Mel Torme’

So bring your beers and sausage too
Kick your shoes off if you want to
Doesn’t matter where it rolls
If you play with the Men With Big Bowls

Our Bowls
music and lyrics by David Silverman

We were lonely drinking solo. with nowhere to set it down,
Now our hearts have been uplifted, with our bowls we've gained reknown.
Let the critics call it silly, let the others hoot and call.
We are brothers met in friendship, who have answered with our bowls

(chorus)
 Our bowls, our bowls , keep on rolling our big bowls,
Our bowls, our bowls, we have answered with our bowls,

Through the rain and sleet of summer, through the sun and fog of fall,
 We will heft the sphere and roll it, we'll answer Willies'  call.

(chorus)
 With our bowls, our bowls we will answer with our bowls,
our bowls,   our bowls, we are men with our big bowls……

What Will We do With the Drunken Bowler
lyrics by Richard Krueger

Well—————————————
What will we do with the drunken bowler
What will we do with the drunken bowler
Make him be the Skip and have him bowl with Willie
Earl-eye Tuesday evening

Hey, boys, there's beer and sausage
Hey, boys, beers and sausage
Hey, (hic), brats 'n brewskies
All this Tuesday evening

Well—————————————-
Its all tied up but Willie's got the hammer
All tied up; Willie's got the hammer
One bowl left, will he draw or fire
Later Tuesday evening

Well—————————————-
The drunken bowl makes one wick, two wicks
Drunken bowl; one wick, two wicks!
(Pause) (then faster)
Couldn't do it sober but the game is over
Willie wins again———–Yay!

Stout Bowling Friends (to the tune of Stout Hearted Men)
lyrics by Stewart Hawk

Give me some men who are stout bowling friends
Who will fight to the death for the score.

Older and bolder we roll ever closer
We must nudge the bowl before – ore.

Shoulder to shoulder the sun setting lower
A brew in one hand we roar.

Come with me my friend
As we will bowl an end or two.

We Men With Big Bowls
Can stick together through and through.

The Big Bowl March
by Brian Higham

We are the Men With Big Bowls,
Stouthearted men and true.
We are the Men With Big Bowls,
With a burger, or bratwurst, and YES!
A BREW!
 
We are men who bowl with Passion,
Our Tur-key Plat-ter gleams with luster.
Fear-ing foes is not our fashion,
With the possible exception of, YES!
BOWL BUSTERS!
 
Peerless men, you won't see us fall,
unless we should call it a "ball."
With malice toward none,
But bias toward ALL!
 
We are the Men With Big Bowls,
Stouthearted men and true.
We are the Men With Big Bowls,
With a burger, or bratwurst, and YES!
A BREW!
 
With a burger, or bratwurst, and YES!
Rollin', rollin', Keep those bowls arollin'
YES! A BREW!