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