Blondies not dyed are pretty special people,
But they're thought of as people on the lower skilled end.
Blondies not dyed were orderin' up brews in,
One early afternoon at Cabana Bay.

They ordered four, and then yelled another round,
Partied that day in their favorite bar,
And started gettin' real unwound.

Blondies not dyed were happy with elation,
Gave self congratulation,
For all their thinking whiz-ness.
Done by July, we all must be some scholar,
Each time they toast they'd holler, earned the right to brag.

The one named Ann-she cried, "our brilliance has shown".
And then they ordered another Bud,
And chugged it down the beer with the foam.

Blondies not dyed, just might graduate MIT number one,
Funning and priding not many attention span's this long run.

They sat and laughed about dyein',
No bottled blond in this crew.
'Cause without too much tryin',
They put something together,
Something quite hazy, they bought all undone,
That was hard to do.

Bartender John, hearing this conversation,
Wanted an explanation from this happy head rush.
These blondies confide they solved a jigsaw puzzle,
That's why we're here to guzzle, they retorted then,

In fifty two days, we put it all together,
Up to four years the box read, outside.