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,
Feeling all the bumbers, always playing clean.
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 to be a twist.
A pinball wizard 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 buzzes and bells,
Don’t see no lights a-flashin’, plays by sense of smell.
Always gets a replay, you never see him fall.
That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
I thought I was the valley table king
but I just handed my pinball crown to him.
Even at my favourite 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 kid sure plays a mean pinball.
— Pete Townshend