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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 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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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 pinball wizard's |
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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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Ain't got no distractions |
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Can't hear no buzzers and bells |
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Don't see no lights a flashing |
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Plays by sense of smell |
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Always gets a replay |
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Never see 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 the bally table king |
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But I just handed my pinball crown to him |
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Even on my favorite 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 pinball |
