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Bruce Springsteen – I Wish I Were Blind

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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
Oh, 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 all right

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
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
Oh, 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 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 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 boys, 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
And 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