The blonde

Who's gonna pay attention

To the redheads of the world

Who's gonna call them up at night

When they're naked and alone

And who's gonna kiss the brown haired girls

Who's gonna wipe away their tears

And what about the black haired girls

Who's gonna whisper filthy things into their ears

'Cause anyone who ever had a brain

Wouldn't stand out in the rain

Or keep it up for very long

Just to prove somebody wrong

And anyone who ever had a heart

Or sang a lonesome song

Would sell their little souls

Just to make it with the blonde

It's just unearned admiration

Are you sick of all the stares

You don't need to hide yourself away

You only need to dye your hair

But it won't do you any good

'Cause pretty soon your roots will be showing

And anytime you try to leave the room

They'll ask you just where the hell

Do you think you're going

'Cause anyone who ever had a brain

Wouldn't stand out in the rain

Or keep it up for very long

Just to prove somebody wrong

And anyone who ever had a heart

Or sang a lonesome song

Would sell their little souls

Just to make it with the blonde