Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
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In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
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With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round
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With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground
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Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands,
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And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
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And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
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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
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Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
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Blinded by the light
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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
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He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least."
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And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance
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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
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Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
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Blinded by the light
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He got down but he 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
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She said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break,
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And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
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And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride.
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Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier
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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.
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Well, I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground
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Asked him which was the way back home
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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
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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,
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Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw
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a gap but figured he'd be all right
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He was just blinded by the light
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Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
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Blinded by the light
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Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
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Oh but mama that's where the fun is
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Blinded By The Light
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| Bruce Springsteen |
