Who′s Gonna Pay Attention
To The Redheads Of The World?
Who's Gonna Call Them Up At NightWhen They′re Naked And Alone?

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