That deaf dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pin ball! 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,

Oh I know, I know I hope someday We'll sit down together And laugh with each other About these days, these days All our troubles We'll lay to rest And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days These days, these days

Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down I will ease your mind When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side Oh when times get rough And friends just can't be found

Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down I will ease your mind When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all I'm on your side when times get rough And friends just can't be found When you're down and out

I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky. Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand,

Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down I will ease your mind When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side Oh when times get rough And friends just can't be found

Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down Only love can lift us now We find our common thread Over tear-stained ground People come and gather round Oh, lay 'em down Candle wax, like a river on the concrete Fears will fly if you let them Patterned-leather

(You're gonna burn in hell) (Oh, burn in hell) Hear no evil, don't you See no evil, don't you Lay no evil down on me Speak no evil, don't you Think no evil, don't you Play with evil, 'cause I'm free You're gonna burn in hell

That deaf dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball! Never seen him fall 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

Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, She looks so fine Like champagne or wine No one ever gets her Oh ain't she cool Plays us for fools If we want to let her Across the room she sees some buffoon Blown away by her style