A parody of Manfred Mann's 'Blinded by the Light' about the deadly sin Wrath

Blinded by the Light was a big hit in the 70s, my rendition represents "Wrath" and is the fourth deadly sin parody I've done (there are 7 deadly sin, the other three are being fine tuned before getting recorded)

Angry, wanna Fight?
I like the abuse, another rumble in the Night
I'll knock out your lights
Not scared of the news, you know this is not for spite
Short fuse will ignite!
I don't have no excuse that I am so impolite

Met a dumber plummer
and I hit with my hummer
because he was a brat

Once a chump
Called me grump
so I gave a big old thump
made him fall down flat

Now I'm older
Even bolder
tap you on the shoulder
I'll knock your butt to the ground

'Cause soon you will be wheezing,
freezing near trees and,
Your body will never be found

Your body will never be found

'Cause I had beat you in the fight
You put up your dukes, and it's then you tried to bite
Fills me with delight
Hit you like a nuke, then I show off all my might
My mind's not quite right
I first made you puke, then I kicked you from the right

This one time Playing Twister
with a dude named fister
Until I kicked his nose by mistake

He said "You did that on purpose and it was wrong",
wasn't long
'Till his body ached

At K-Mart Big Bart
had hit me with an errant dart
and now I bet he wish he died

I called him Curley-Shirley
Over his big hurly burly
I disabled his joy and pride

I disabled his joy and pride

And you'll be
Beat up in a fight
Don't need an excuse, gonna knock you out of sight
Stronger than a knight
You must like abuse, if you start with me tonight

**Two Parts Going on Here**
**Foreground Part**
Said what a bummer plummer,
Who was hit by my hummer
In my very first spat

I was pumped
He got jumped
On his head I left a bump
Laid him on his back flat

I've been colder
and bolder
since I'm turning older
I think that my passion's found

I'm not into teasing
sneezing or freezing
So please do got get me all wound

I'm hot
What do you got
Knock you down on the spot
Just watch it or you will be canned

Tie you in knots
and cause blood clots
and you bet I'll never be caught
Your wrath ain't squat
Control your hand!

Leave you with blisters
I won't beat up a sister
What you get for being a flake

I say "I'll make you look funny for real long"


***Backing Part**
Sounding kinda trite
My wrath left you bruised, but soon you will be alright
Beat you up out-right
I won't call a truce, Fighting isn't very bright
and still later that night
Your jaw was knocked loose, another comment made in spite
I'll kick you left and right
You'll run out of juice and your head may feel light
Never lose, not quite
Your neck's now obtuse, and you've lost some of your height
No you cannot write
It's war and you'll lose, and it gives me such delight
Your face is turning white
I have a short fuse, So you had best not ignite
Anger's such a fright

**END**
It don't take much to get me wired
I'm gonna beat you in the fight