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-menot 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 anticyclone 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, spit in the air, fell on the ground, asked wich was the way

back home

He said take a right at the light, keep going straight until right, 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 complaining 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 he’d

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