Up in New York City Strolling round The Bowery Can't help it, they want a piece of me They're tryna get my attention But they don't know my name Can't blame 'em, it happens every day
They say, hey blondie Hey blondie Hey blondie Hey blondie
Glanced at a magazine cover She's this year's American dream And she'll make you forget perfection's a fantasy I bet she's got a real good story I bet she's got something to say And I bet you most people won't care anyway
But hey, hey blondie Hey blondie Hey blondie Hey blondie
Ooh, hey blondie Hey blondie Ooh...
I'm working real hard for my money I'm working for a little less pay Don't you think it's funny That some things'll never change But hey, hey, hey!
