Alba s touto skladbou:
Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.,
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 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, turnedaround, 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