Ever since I was a young boy
I've played the silver ball.
From Soho down to Brighton,
I must have played them all.
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 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 a-flashin'
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 Bally table king,
But I just handed
My pinball crown to him.

Even on my favorite 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.

Writer : PETER TOWNSHEND
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group