(instrumental opening)

I am the blinded dater.
And I know just where I stand.
Another girl, I'll rate her
and my passion she'll have fanned.
Today I am her champion
and I may have won her heart.
But I know the game, soon she'll curse my name
and I'll feel real meek in another week
if I don't play well my part.
Oh, whoa.

I am the blinded dater.
And I've had to pay my price.
The drinks I bought for her at first
she now has downed them twice.
Aw, and still she's gonna haunt me.
Still she wants her say.
So I take a chance, she asks about her pants.
"No, you don't look fat, I'd like a piece of that."
Now I just won't get my way.
Oh, whoa.

I am the blinded dater.
My charm I must unfurl.
We go to trendy restaurants
me and this lovely girl.
I can't read all her faces.
I think I recall her name.
Aw, but what the hell, you know, it's just as well
'cause after a while with her smirky smile
I am the one she'll blame.

I am the blinded dater.
I feel tall as King Kong.
I'd like to make a pass or two
but don't get that thong.
Aw, she builds up my expenses.
She don't like all my lines.
And I think that she's got anatomies
that I'd love to play, but there's a price to pay
and she thinks I'm less than fine!

I am the blinded dater.
And I must put on a show.
I requested her favorite
song for the radio.
Aw, it took me hours to get through.
It'll be the thrill of her life.
It was a beautiful song, but she says it's wrong.
And I just can't fib, she prefers Brothers Gibb
so she's not gonna be my wife!

(brief instrumental break)

I am the blinded dater.
I feel beyond my age.
She's making me spend money
to send me in a rage.
Aw, again goes off her pager.
And now, strange as it seems
her love grows cold, 'cause it seems she's sold
on a muscled guy and I'm not that fly
and I'm not worth a hill of beans!

I am the blinded dater!
And I know just where I stand!
Another girl, I'll rate her!
And my passion she'll have fanned!
Today I am her champion!
And I may have won her heart!
But I know the game, soon she'll curse my name
and I'll be alone and I'll weep and moan
'cause I don't rise on her chart!

(instrumental close)