To the tune of Blinded by the Light by Bruce Springsteen.
Madman, PR, bummers
Marketers in the summer with a teenage solution
In the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps his way into the chat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin’ kinda older
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin’
Calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin’ for the hot spot,
Snappin’ his fingers, clappin’ his hands
Some bespot mascot was caught doing the robot trot
with a whatnot in its hand
Now young Scott with a slingshot finally hit a tender spot
and throws his vendor in the sand
Some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers, “Legal’s within earshot,
save the buckshot, buy on the lamb”
But they were blinded by the hype
Revved up like a deuce, another Gen-AI ectype
Blinded by the hype
They got down but they never got tight
They just won’t make it alright
Some brimstone, baritone, anticyclone, rolling stone
Preacher from the West
He says, “Replace the reporter”, hit me in the funny bone
I thought it was all in jest
And some new-mown chaperone was standin’ in the corner all alone
Watchin’ the young ones code
And some fresh-sown intern was messin’ with the data files
And all the while hoping it wouldn’t implode
Yeah, he was blinded by the hype
Oh, revved up like a deuce, another Gen-AI ectype
Blinded by the hype
He got down but he never got tight
He won’t make it alright
Some silicone sister with a manager mister
Told me they got what it takes
She said, “I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong
If I use the prompt with the funky break”
And desk-bound Aneed was checkin’ out the chatbot feed
To see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly
And asked me if I wanted to try!
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was tripped on hype,
playin’ bacykard financier
Yes, and Dragon’s Den was trying hard,
they sent some dude with a calling card
He said, “Do what you like, just use AI here”
Well I jumped up, turned around, 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 boys, you’re all on your own”
And now in the bazaar, a shootin’ star was ridin’ in a side car
hummin’ a lunar tune
Yes, and the architect said, “MVP, but first remove the cookie crumbs,
we’re gonna teach those boys to buy too soon”
And some distressed pro-buyer was complainin’ his system caught fire
from an AI he tried last night
Well, I purged his system cache as his drive I flashed,
I saw him calm and hoped that he’d be alright
But he was blinded by the hype
Revved up like a deuce, another Gen-AI ectype
Blinded by the hype
Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of a sage
Woah, but mama, that’s where the truth is, oh yeah
They were blinded
They were blinded
They were blinded
They were blinded
They were blinded