Lyrics:

Do blondes really have more fun,
Or they just easier to spot in the dark?
Girl, I'm just tryin' to cheer you up.
I saw you sittin' over here all alone,
With a broken heart.
It's hurt you real bad,
Wish there was somethin' that I had:
I'd hook you up: get you through it.
You might need a man to hold you till it don't.
I'm just the guy to do it.

Is that your pretty boy standin' there, at the end of the bar?
He's got some nerve.
Talkin' loud and drinkin',
With a red head ridin' shotgun on his arm:
He's such a jerk.
I think he's a knucklehead,
All those ugly things he said,
Were out of line: man he blew it.
Ah, he might need someone to put him in his place:
I'm just the guy to do it.

Baby, I can't mend your broken heart,
I can't take away your pain.
I can't promise you the sun is gonna shine,
When you're walkin' in the rain.
If you need a hero for tonight,
I can be the one, let me prove it.
Yeah, you just say the magic words an' we'll be gone:
I'm just the guy to do it.

Baby, I can't mend your broken heart,
An' I can't take away your pain.
I can't promise you the sun is gonna shine,
When you're walkin' in the rain.
Oh, but if you need a hero for tonight,
I'll be the one, let me prove it.
You just say the magic words and we'll be gone:
I'm just the guy to do it.

Do blondes really have more fun,
Or they just easier to spot in the dark?