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