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-menot 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 anticyclone 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. 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. 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 spit in the air fell on the ground asked wich was the way back home. He said take a right at the light keep going straight until right 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 complaining 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 he'd 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 is.