Teksty: Pete Townshend. Pinball Wizard.

Ever since I was a young boy
I've played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton
I must've played them all

But I never seen anything 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?

He 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 has a replay
An' never tilts at all
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 at 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