Is there air in that pretty little head of hers?
That explains why she can't even park
Did she used to have a brain? or is it all her life
That her name's been Moronica
Well, she always has some carefree gum in her mouth
And a telephone glued to her ear
These days all she ever says is "As if"
And her name is Moronica

Do you suppose that looks are all it takes?
To separate the reals from the fakes
And all the time she laughs at those
Who do not share her taste in clothes
Moronica Moronica

Did the guys pass by? Did they notice her hair?
Did she roam in the mall all the while?
Yes, it's all as she planned, there's a boy everywhere
Trying to score with Moronica
Well, it was all of eighteen years ago
When the world was impressed by her face
Her parents tried for years to raise their kid right
But gave up on Moronica

She's the temptress of Thousand Oaks
And as she does her nails in the car
She throws her trash out of the window
And thinks of nothing once again

Do you suppose that looks are all it takes?
To cover up the worst mistakes
And all the time she laughs at those
Who still possess their natural nose
Moronica Moronica

Moronica sucks on a Marlboro light
She never believes what she hears
And men call her a name that she doesn't understand
Because all of the rap songs in her ears
She used to go to school but that got really old
So she hangs every day at the beach
And the guys all stare at the girl with the bod
Yes, her name is Moronica