Blinded By The Light

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,

turned around,

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

— Written and performed by Bruce Springsteen

(made famous by Manfred Mann’s Earth Band, Springsteen’s version was never a hit)

Manfred Mann’s version:

Bruce Springsteen’s version: