blinded by the light

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