blinded by the light

oh, some hazard from harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier
yes and scotland yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card,
he said, do what you like, but don't do it here
well I jumped up, turnedaround, spit in the air, fell on the ground
asked him which was the way back home
he said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then boy, you're on your own