Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Guitar
Sam Bardfeld
Violin
Art Baron
Trombone
Frank Bruno
Vocals
Jeremy Chatzky
Bass
Larry Eagle
Drums
Clark Gayton
Trombone
Charles Giordano
Accordion
Curtis King, Jr.
Vocals
Greg Liszt
Banjo
Lisa Lowell
Vocals
Eddie Manion
Saxophone
Cindy Mizelle
Vocals
Curt Ramm
Trumpet
Marty Rifkin
Dobro
Patti Scialfa
Vocals
Marc Anthony Thompson
Vocals
Soozie Tyrell
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Dicus
Assistant Engineer
Brandon Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
John Cooper
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
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, 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
She said, I'll turn you on, sonny, to something strong
If you play that song with the funky break
And Go-Cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart
To see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly
And asked me if I needed a ride
Some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer
Playin' backyard bombardier
Scotland Yard was trying hard
They sent some dude with a calling card, he said
Do what you like, but don't do it here
Some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap
From some mousetrap he bought last night
I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap
But figured he'd be all right
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
Mamma always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh, but Mamma, that's where the fun is
(Blinded, blinded, blinded baby by the light)
(Blinded, blinded, blinded baby by the light)
Written by: Bruce Springsteen