Ever since I was a young boy

I've 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

He stands like a statue

Becomes part of the machine

Feeling all the bumpers

Always playing clean

Plays by intuition

The digit counters fall

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-flashing

Plays by sense of smell

Always gets a replay

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

That deaf, dumb and blind kind