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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 f resh-sown moonstone was messin· with

his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance


Yeah lie was blinded by the light

Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night

Blinded by the light

He got down but he 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 witn 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 by in her

curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a rice.

Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked

on beer playin· backyard bombardier

Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard,

they sent some 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 ïs