Blondie
Sunday Sally died her hair to red and yellow
She said to the bass player you’re a nice fellow
Why don’t we go on a rock and roll tour?
Why don’t we take it all and take some more?
She was a blondie front row
High on uppers always on the go
She was a blondie front row
What more is there to know?
Once she was an acrobat flying with no net
Living all the way today forgetting to regret
The circus was fine except for the clown
He stole all the money and rode out of town
She was a blondie front row
High on uppers always on the go
She was a blondie front row
What more is there to know?
Camera flash grab the cash before you perform
Playing Hyde Park in the dark during a thunderstorm
Sunday Sally sung out her heart for pay
The drummer laughed out loud he had nothing to say
She was a blondie front row
High on uppers always on the go
She was a blondie front row
What more is there to know?
The ink on the contract was scarcely dry
Words are words and money’s a lie
The machine I think was pink
Floyd was annoyed and went to the shrink
And Sunday Sally struggles writing down a song
The words don’t rhyme all the time and the rhythm’s all
wrong
Her heart’s set on the chart maybe number one
Suddenly she shrieks “Wasn’t this supposed to be fun?”
She was a blondie front row
High on uppers always on the go
She was a blondie front row
What more is there to know?
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