Ok, what have you all done with SavvyAnsley, and why isn’t she here? Do I have to put out bait to bring her back? Ok . . . :

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“Blinded By The Light” by Manfred Mann's Earth Band, 1976.

LYRICS:
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

Madman drummers 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, feelin' kinda older, I tripped
the merry-go-round
With the stereo pleasin' and sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed
to the ground

The calliope crashed to the ground

Oh 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
Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night

Some silicone sister with a 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-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather charts to see
if it was safe outside
And little Early-birdy came by in his curly-wurly and asked me
if I needed a ride

Asked me if I needed a ride

Oh 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 tired
She's gonna make it through the night
She's gonna make it through the night

------ guitar solo ------

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

Some brimstone baritone Andy Sack from rolling stone preacher
from the east
Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone,
that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner,
watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone,
reminding him of romance

The calliope crashed to the ground

Cos 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

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  Thank you, but if you haven’t sent it already, please don’t send me any prize.

  Too late. That first twelve minutes is nothing but a woman’s heavy breathing. Is that you? Do I have to listen to the rest of it? Is it all the same thing, or does it ever change up? I’ll have to admit, however, I’m not getting much out of it. 

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  Wait, “someone else”?  What someone? Who else? I thought you and I are exclusive! Why are you making heavy-breathing tape recordings for someone else? You’re not running around behind my back, are you? Is this how you show your gratitude after I waived three months of Harem dues and moved you to the number two spot in the rotation and bypassed others who were senior to you? Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

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  This is all about you, not about Jaimie. Quit trying to change the subject and throw me off the trail. Grrrrrrr. 

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