I might as well have misheard this entire song.

Blinded by the light
Wrapped up like a douche
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Wrapped up like a douche
Another runner in the night

Map and drummers, brothers
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps is way into his head
With a boulder on the shoulder, feeling kind of older,
I tripped the merry-go-round.
With his very un-pleasing and sneezing and wheezing,
The Goliath we crashed to the ground.
The Goliath we crashed to the ground.

Oh she was blinded by the light
Wrapped up like a douche
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Wrapped up like a douche
Another runner in the night
…

Some silicone sister with her manager mister
Told me I got what it takes.
She said, ‘I’ll turn you on, son, into something strong,'
With a song with a funky break.
And go-kart Mozart was checking out the weather
John to see if it was safe outside,
And little early-birdie gave my anus curly-whirly,
And asked my if I needed a ride.
Asked my if I needed a ride...

Well she was blinded by the light
Wrapped up like a douche
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got time
She gonna make it to the night,
She’s gonna make it through the night.

… But Mama, that’s where the fun is! Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun, But Mama, that’s where the fun is!

Some brimstone baritone ninety-second Rolling Stone Preacher from the East, Says, deep from the dictaphone, ‘Hit it in its funny bone, That’s where they expect it least.’ And some new-mode chaperone was standing in the corner, Watching the young girls dance. And some French stone rouge-stone was messing with his vocals, On his mind — a mock romance.

The Goliath we crashed to the ground.

Oh she was blinded by the light Wrapped up like a douche Another runner in the night Blinded by the light Wrapped up like a douche Another runner in the night … Map and drummers brothers Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps is way into his height With a boulder on my shoulder, feeling kind of older, I tripped the merry-go-round. With his very un-pleasing, sneezing and wheezing, The Goliath we crashed to the ground.

Now Scotch, with a slingshot, blindly found a tender spot, And throws his lover in that sound. And some bloodshot forget-me-not says Daddy’s within earshot Save the buckshot, turn up the fan.

Some silicone sister with her manager mister Told me I got what it takes, She said, “I’ll turn you once I need into something strong,” She got down, but she never got time, She’s gonna make it through the night.