Bruce Springsteen Follow

Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage
diplomatIn the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent
pumps his way into his hatWith a boulder on my shoulder,
feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-roundWith
this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed
to the groundSome 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 handAnd now young
Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws
his lover in the sandAnd some bloodshot forget-me-not
whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up
the bandAnd she was blinded by the lightCut
loose like a deuce another runner in the nightBlinded by
the lightShe got down but she never got tight, but
she'll make it alrightSome brimstone baritone
anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the eastHe 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 danceAnd some fresh-sown moonstone was
messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling
of romanceYeah he was blinded by the lightCut
loose like a deuce another runner in the nightBlinded by
the lightHe got down but he never got tight, but he's
gonna make it tonightSome silicone sister with her
manager's mister told me I got what it takesShe 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
outsideAnd little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly
and asked me if I needed a ride.Oh, some hazard from
Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardierYes 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 groundAsked him which was the way back
homeHe 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 tuneYes, 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 sawa gap
but figured he'd be all rightHe was just
blinded by the lightCut loose like a deuce another runner
in the nightBlinded by the lightMama always told me
not to look into the sights of the sunOh but mama
that's where the fun is