Introduction

“Blinded by the Light” is a timeless classic that has graced the airwaves for decades, captivating listeners with its infectious melody and unforgettable lyrics. This iconic song was brought to life by the legendary British rock band Manfred Mann, and it continues to be a beloved anthem for music enthusiasts worldwide.Manfred Mann | Spotify

Did You Know?

Manfred Mann: The visionary behind “Blinded by the Light” is the renowned British musician Manfred Mann. Born as Manfred Sepse Lubowitz on October 21, 1940, in Johannesburg, South Africa, he later adopted the stage name “Manfred Mann.” Mann was not only the keyboardist but also the founder of the band that bore his name.

The Song’s Origins: “Blinded by the Light” was originally released in 1976 as the lead track from Manfred Mann’s Earth Band’s album “The Roaring Silence.” The song swiftly became a sensation, topping the charts in various countries, including the United States and Canada.

Lyric Transformation: Interestingly, “Blinded by the Light” was penned by none other than the legendary Bruce Springsteen. The track, initially performed by Springsteen himself, underwent a notable transformation when interpreted by Manfred Mann’s Earth Band. The distinctive lyrics, known for their opening line “Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night,” have been etched into music history.Manfred Mann returns to Earth - Israel Culture - The Jerusalem Post

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Lyrics: Blinded by the Light

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

Madman drummer bummers
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 a merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing
Sneezing and wheezing
The calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground

But she was blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
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 sonny to something strong
Play the song with the funky break
And go-kart Mozart
Was checking out the weather chart
To see if it was safe outside
And little Early Pearly
Came by in his curly-wurly
And asked me if I needed a ride
Asked me if I needed a ride

‘Cause she was blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

She got down but she never got tight
She’s gonna make it to the night
She’s gonna make it through the night

But mama, that’s where the fun is
But mama, that’s where the fun is

[Solo]

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

Some brimstone baritone
Anticyclone rolling stone
Preacher from the east
Says, “Dethrone the Dictaphone
Hit it in its funny bone
That’s where they expect it least.”
And some new mown chaperone
Was standing in the corner
Watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone
Was messing with his frozen zone
Reminding him of romance

The calliope crashed to the ground

But she was blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

(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)

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

(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)

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

(And now 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.)

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
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 sonny to something strong)

She got down but she never got tired
She’s gonna make it through the night

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