| 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 pinball!
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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 pinball!
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| He’s a pinball wizard
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| There has 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?
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| 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 no lights a flashin'
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| Plays by sense of smell
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| Always gets a replay
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| Never seen him fall
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| That deaf, dumb and blind kid
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| Sure plays a mean pinball
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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 pinball crown to him
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| Even on my favourite 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 flippin' fingers
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| Never seen him fall
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| That deaf, dumb and blind kid
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| Sure plays a mean pinball! |