Hey Blondie - Maggie Rose

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!

Hey blondie

Hey red

Get money

Get bread

Hey blondie

(Hey, hey, yeah) hey blondie

(A-what's my name) hey blondie

(A-what's my name) hey blondie

(Oh, oh, oh) oh hey blondie

Hey blondie

Hey blondie

Hey blondie

Hey!