Blinded by the light
Song written by Bruce
But Manfred Mann, he got it right

Song list has some blight
So I call out a truce
My little flag hangs out, all white

Binded to this plight
You may well deduce
That I’m really not too bright

Well Amirighters
Comedic songwriters
In your teens or way past that
Take your dumps on “My Humps”, your “Jump"s, or your “Lump"s
And other songs to go ‘kersplat!’
Write the songs bolder when you’re older
About the X-Files’ Mulder
Or trips to your old camping ground

You can garner some merit
With “Smells Like Teen Spirit”
Lots of complicated songs around

Too many “Complicated” parodies found!
But then there’s
“Blinded By the Light”
Song written by Bruce
To sing it well you must be tight

“Blinded By the Light”
The song turns me puce
And causes some to run in fright

“Blinded By the Light”
Rhythm is so loose
And the rhyming isn’t slight

Blindside on this write
Lace up that there noose
And I’ll stick my neck in there tonight

So silly, brain blisters on the second verse, mister
So how much more can I take?
I say I wish I could get money for this here song, make it wrong with no mistake
To not start this art with easy jokes about my farts
Unless it’s done subtly, aside
And try not to be too jerky, or make the meaning murky
Or make jokes about suicide

Such humor is not justified!
But still it’s
“Blinded By the Light”
Let’s ride the caboose
Train kept a-rollin’ with the freight

Blindside on this write
Write it down even though I’m so tired
I gotta make it pace all right
I gotta make it fun, not trite

(guitar solo)
Pajamas…that’s where the cat is!
Pajamas…that’s where the cat is!

Ha-ha, please forgive if the tune devolves into confusion
But, ha-ha, that’s where my mind is
(chopsticks)

Fred Flintstone’s dulcet tones on my cell phone
Bitch and moan teacher, call your priest
Minestrone on Vic Damone; buddy can I get a loan?
Brayin’ like a wildebeest
Here’s a hand-sewn napkin owned by Stan Laurel, the corker, making collectors blanch
While some high-flown hambone was slurping at an ice cream cone
Singing at the Melody Ranch!

Look at all the rhymes that we found!
But now we’re
Brainless on this write
I’m getting obtuse
Like David’s “Strangers In the Night”!

Thirsty, serve me Sprite
Or cranberry juice
The sugar buzz sure does excite

[VOICE 1]
Did I hear that right?
Misheard word as ‘douche’
Another mondegreen, respite!

Afternoon delight!
What was that big whoosh?
Another tree ate Charlie’s kite!

I’m a Mennonite
Cook up my couscous
With my shish kabob, ignite!

TV Land tonight
Bullwinkle the moose
Catching Rocky Squirrel mid-flight

Wish I may or might
Let’s call Dr. Seuss
To draw for me a troglodyte

Sideswiped in the fight
Hyped up like Tom Cruise
On top of Oprah’s couch, “all right!”

I’m Manhattanite
My suit is chartreuse
And I’m as tall as Dick Van Dyke

[VOICE 2]
Pac-Man pummels Hummels; idiots give me troubles in a three-stage coup d’etat
Pass the bumps with you chumps as the narcoleptic slumps, I say, “Now how ‘bout that!?”
Like I told her, getting’ colder, Fargo North Decoder, I sipped her Cherry Coke down
With the rhyme but no reason, ducks are in season, the myopic flea took it to town
No jot of a rim shot could be around the yacht, his nose recovered for the band
Then the big snotty Hottentot said, “Laddy’s blowing green snot and feeling hot”; “Word up, my MAN!”
These syllables pissed me off more than the histrionic rhymes that they should make
I thought I’d make it real funny, but something’s wrong

Feel knocked down, and oh God, I’m so tired
But man, I faked it-- well, good night!