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,
and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue,
becomes part of the machine.
Feeding all the bumpers,
always playing clean.
Plays by intuition,
the digit counts as four.
That deaf,
dumb,
and 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.
How do you think he does it?
I don't know.
What makes him so good?
Ain't got no distractions,
can't hear no buzzers and bells.
Don't see no lights or flashing,
plays by sense of smell.
Always gets a replay,
never seen him fall.
That deaf,
dumb,
and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the body table king,
but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even on my favorite table,
he can't beat my best.
His disciples need him and he just does the rest.
He's got crazy flippin' fingers,
never seen him fall.
That deaf,
dumb,
and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.