I'd Rather Go Blonde - Eleanor McEvoy

I’d rather not say, I’d only be rude

It’s rather a shame to tell you the truth

But if you insist I’ll have to respond

I’d rather be dead, I’d rather go blonde

I’d rather be hit, I’d rather be hung

Than out on a date where you come along

I’d leave all my goods, I’d go and abscond

I’d rather be jailed, I’d rather go blonde

I’d rather be dead than seen out with you

I’d rather not risk that I’m not getting through

I’d sooner be shot or drowned in a pond

I’d rather be burned, I’d rather go Blonde on Blonde

I’d rather be dead than seen out with you

I’d rather not risk that you don’t think it’s true

Rest assured I would die and I’d drag you along

I know I’d go mad, I’d even go blonde

I’d sooner be hated, I’d sooner be wronged

C’est pas deficile et c’est pas tre profond

It’s above the above and beyond the beyond

I’d rather go bald, I’d rather go blonde