Ever since I was a young boy I've played the silver ball.
From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all.
But I ain't seen nothing like him, In any amusement hall.
That deaf dumb and blind kid, Sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine.
Feeling all the bumpers, always playing clean.
He plays by intuition, The digit counters fall.
That deaf dumb and blind kid, Sure plays a mean pinball.
He's a pinball wizard
There has got to be a twist.
A pin ball wizard,
S'got such a supple wrist.
'How do you think he does it? I don't know.
What makes him so good?'
He ain't got no distractions, Can't hear no buzzers and bells,
Don't see lights a flashin', plays by sense of smell.
Always has a replay, 'n' never tilts at all.
That deaf dumb and blind kid, Sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the Bally table king.
But I just handed my pin ball crown to him.
Even my usual table, He can beat my best.
His disciples lead him in, and he just does the rest.
He's got crazy flipper fingers, never seen him fall.
That deaf dumb and blind kind, Sure plays a mean pinball.

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Writer(s): Peter Townshend