Ever
since I was a young boy I 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, blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He
stands like a statue, become part of the machine.
Feeling
all the bumpers, always playing clean.
He
plays by intuition, the digit counters fall.
That
deaf, dumb, blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
[He’s
a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist…]
[A
pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist…]
So
how do you think he does it?
What
makes him so good?
Ain’t
got no distractions, can’t hear those buzzes and bells.
Don’t
see lights a-flashing, plays by sense of smell.
Always
has a replay, never tempted at all.
That
deaf, dumb, blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
[I
thought I was the bally table king…]
[But
I just handed my pinball crown to him…]
Even
on my usual table he can beat my best.
His
disciples lead him in an he just does the rest.
He’s
got crazy flipping fingers, never see him fall.
That
deaf, dumb, blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.