I wrote this bit of corniness
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three pinballers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Henry Williams, Sam Stern, and Alvin Gottlieb
Been had a little horsy Pin-Ball Revere
Just me some wax and Novus I smear
Old pin games I sand, cleaning rubber bands
Operators on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Pin-head I be
Sittin in an arcade without nobody
The sun is beating down on my flipper shaft
The coils gettin' hot, the profit's going flat
Lookin' for a girl I ran into a guy
His name is Gary Stern, I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"
He told a pinball story that sounded well rehearsed
Decline of pinball games, and operators are the worst
Tokens were in my hand and he was on my tip
His skin was tan, his hair was gray he was a f-ing trip
He said, "Can I get some?"
I said, "You can't get none!"
Had a chance to run
He pulled out his soldering gun
He was quick on the draw I thought Pinball was dead
He put the tool to my head and this is what he said,
"Now my name is Gary Stern I've got pinball licenses to kill!
It's think you know what time it is, it's time to get tilt!
Now what do we have here, a gamer and his gear?
I run this land, you understand I make myself clear!"
We stepped into the wind he had his balls, I had a grin
You think Pinball is over but it's ready to begin.
To be continued one day...