Blinded by the Light - Bruce Springsteen
    Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
    In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
    With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round
    With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground
    Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands
    And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
    And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
    And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band

    And she was blinded by the light
    Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
    Blinded by the light
    She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright

    Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
    He says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
    And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance
    And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

    Yeah he was blinded by the light
    Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
    Blinded by the light
    He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight

    Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
    She said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break,
    And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
    And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride,
    Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier
    Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card,
    he said, do what you like, but don't do it here
    Well I jumped up, turnedaround, spit in the air, fell on the ground
    Asked him which was the way back home
    He said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then boy, you're on your own

    And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune
    Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon

    And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night,

    Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw
    a gap but figured he'd be all right

    He was just blinded by the light
    Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
    Blinded by the light
    Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
    Oh but mama that's where the fun is

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