Now It's Plain To See
You I.Q's Minus Three
Common Sense For You Is Long Gone
They Think You've Got Brain Rot
Cause You Can't Find The Plot
You Could Miss The Floor With Stones You Throw

Jokes Repeated Twice
But Boys All Think Your Nice
And They Don't Care If Your A Little Slow
Confused So Easily
Your Brain Must Be Tiny
But Its Unlikely You Will Ever Know

You Are A Blonde
A Achy Breaky Blonde
Your So Dumb It Hits The Toll
How Can Someone Like You
Be Think As Two By Two
You Must Have Malfuctioning Controls
Ohhh

Even When In Groups
They Brain Span Is Minute
The Only Thing That Counts Is Looking Good
Oh Why Cant It Get Through
To Them They Are Immune
To Their Beauty Stores And Hair Salons

They Love Their Shopping Sprees
Their Spending Constantly
Its Easy When You Cant Count What You Earn
Cause Thought Is Not Their Skill
But Prancing Round In Thrills
As Chearleaders That's All They Think To Learn

You Are A Blonde
A Achy Breaky Blonde
I Can't Begin To Understand
You Type Just Seem So Mellow
Just Cause You Hair Is Yellow
You Have Trouble Dealing With Commands
Ohhh

You Are A Blonde
A Achy Breaky Blonde
With All That Space Between Your Ears
Your Sense's Are Defeaten
Your Noodle Has Been Eaten
That Is How It Constantly Appears

You Are A Blonde
A Achy Breaky Blonde
Your Not Bright That Much Is True
Your Head Is Full Of Dust
Your Cogs Have Turns To Rust
So Much So You Don't Have A Clue
Ohhh