Now, who spots an error - on a monitor screen,
Then tries to correct it with White-out?
And who thinks guerilla - warfare's fought - at a zoo?
It's true, it's true...Airheads Do.

And who do you ask out - on Saturday night,
To take in the new sci-fi movie?
Who's ducking for cover, when they blow up the Moon?
Who believes - it's true? . . . Airheads do.

Airheads doooo . . . They'd buy a beach house in Wyoming.
Airheads doooo . . . They will forever play the fool .

The War of the Worlds brought them out in the streets,
Believing the Martians had landed.
Who trusts politicians, or the six o'clock news,
To shape - their views? . . . Airheads do.

Who'd use henna rinse to wash poultry for stew?
Someone who you think would know better.
So, who is an Airhead? - Sometimes me, sometimes you.
Now, who'd deny ? - Airheads do.

Airheads doooo . . . We traded seashells for Manhattan.
Airhead's doooo . . . They will forever play the fool .

Buy my bridge . . . It spans across the Hudson River.
Who'll buy my bridge . . . Ignore the sirens. Hurry, buy my bridge!