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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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— Written and performed by Bruce Springsteen |
(made famous by Manfred Mann’s Earth Band, Springsteen’s version was never a hit) |
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