She's a blue brunette
Blundered the brunette it's a fright
After the stain, it weren't quite right
In her hair.

She tried blue streak sets
Bloopers she made on many tries
Warned her I did that'd it be fried
I saw scars.

Her hair curlers held tightly
See the hair how it glows
"like a flame burning brightly"
But then I laughed
Gone was she, with a threat.

But it my eyes I'll always see
Blue hair that's piled high two stories
In the sky.
And I'll always see Marge Simpson
I laugh tears.