A To Z – What’s That You Say?

One of the coolest things about having the internet is being able to look up the lyrics to songs. In my day we had to make up lyrics because we didn’t usually know what they were. Every once in a while an album would have the lyrics printed in the cover, but that happened rarely.

 
So there is no excuse for singing the wrong lyrics today. 🙂 So here’s a few whoops I’ve had in the past.

 
Jeopardy by Greg Kihn Band – Most of the lyrics in this song are easy for me to understand. Unfortunately it’s the one line that repeats over and over that I don’t get.

 
I lost you jeopardy, baby.

 
Huh? What the hell does that mean? Maybe I’m hearing it wrong. I love you jeopardy, baby. No, that’s not right either.

 

 
Our love’s in jeopardy, baby. Okay, that actually makes sense. And now that I know what the actual lyrics are, I wonder how I never got that.
 

Billie Jean by Michael Jackson
 

Billie Jean’s at my door. She’s just a girl. And then I am the one… But the jazz is not my son.

 
Luckily for me, when I get the lyrics wrong, they’re really wrong. I can read the above lines and know I’ve totally got that messed up.

 

 
Billie Jean is not my lover. She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one. But the kid is not my son.

 
Wow. I’d never seen the lyrics to this song until I looked them up for this post, and I am quite stunned. I had no clue what this song was about and I totally feel like an idiot.
 

You really can’t blame me for getting this one wrong though. I have a little issue with the lyrics. See the words ‘but the kid is not my son.’ I swear that when he says ‘kid’ I can hear a z sound. I listened to it over and over, and I still hear that z.

 
Blinded by the Light by Manfred Mann – I’m at a total loss with this one. I seriously have no idea what the song is about or what the lyrics are. Despite that, I’ve always liked it.

 
Blinded by the light. Wrapped up like a douchon
(I know this is not a word) of the ruler in the night.
 
Again. That makes no sense.
 

 
Blinded by the light. Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

 
Okay, that makes perfect sense.
 

Oh wait. That makes no sense.
 

I had to do some digging into this song, which is when I found out Bruce Springsteen wrote and originally recorded it. But MM’s version was the one that got popular, and it’s the one I prefer too.
 

When I looked at the lyrics, which are below, I’m like wtf is this song about? It makes no sense when looked at as a whole, but broken up into pieces, it’s a little easier to understand. It’s explained that the song is a whole stream of consciousness about people from his past.

 
And that makes sense. From a writing standpoint, I find it very creative. And impressive. So from now on, I’ll be looking at this song differently.

 
What do you think about Blinded by the Light? Are there any songs you’ve messed the lyrics up to?

 

“Blinded By The Light”
from www.azlyrics.com

[Chorus:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Chorus:]
‘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.

4 Responses

  1. My best friend’s little brother used to think Madonna was “swimming in a cereal bowl.” (She was actually “living in a material world.”)

    Also: The ants are my friends, they’re blowing in the wind . . . The ants, they’re blowing in the wind . . .

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