Songwriter: Bruce Springsteen

One, two!

Well, 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, feeling 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 heading for the hot spot, snapping his fingers, clapping his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
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"

We were blinded (blinded) blinded (blinded) blinded, baby, by the light
We were blinded (blinded) blinded (blinded) blinded, baby, by the light

Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
Said, "I'll turn you on, sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break"
Go-cart Mozart checking out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
Little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly, asked me if I needed a ride
Some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer, playing backyard bombardier
Scotland Yard was trying hard, sent some dude with a calling card, said, "Do what you like, don't do it here"
Some kidnapped handicap was complaining that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
I unsnapped his skull cap, between his ears I saw a gap, figured he'd be all right
We were blinded (blinded) blinded (blinded) blinded, baby, by the light
We were blinded (blinded) blinded (blinded) blinded, baby, by the light
We were blinded (blinded) blinded (blinded) blinded, baby, by the light
We were blinded (blinded) blinded (blinded) blinded, baby, 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

One, two, one, two, three!

Whoa!
(Blinded, blinded, blinded, baby, by the light
Blinded, blinded, blinded, baby, by the light)

Bruce Springsteen

Bruce Springsteen is a rock ‘n’ roll icon from the great state of New Jersey. Nicknamed “The Boss,” he’s known for spirited sax-powered anthems about working-class people making their way in the world. Backed by the trusty E Street Band, he’s sold more than 120 million records, won numerous awards (including 20 Grammys and an Oscar), sold out stadiums around the globe, and earned a place alongside his teenage heroes in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Although he’s a living legend who ranks among the most important artists in rock history, Springsteen wasn’t an overnight success. Around the time of his first album, 1973’s Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J., he was dismissed as just another “new Dylan"—some scruffy folk singer with a decent vocabulary looking to follow in Bob’s footsteps. In the decade that followed, Springsteen proved himself to be much more.

His breakthrough came with his third album, 1975’s Born to Run. The record hit No. 3 on the Billboard 200 and landed the singer-songwriter on the cover of both Time and Newsweek. Bruce nabbed his first chart-topping album five years later with The River, and in 1984, he went global with Born in the U.S.A., a critical and commercial smash that produced seven Top 10 singles.