Never Trust A Blonde - Ian Hunter

A thousand pin-up girls to Stepney to Bombay

Take me to fancy restaurants to be amongst the (?)

And all the blue-eyed gals of 6 foot 3

Are gonna leave you broken down on your knees

Cause in the golden locks and fluttering lashes

You say, «I told you», all day long

Never (never) trust a blonde

Yeah, never (never) trust a blonde

Just when you thought it was safe to get it on

Watch out for their teeth boys you never trust a blonde

I been dreaming of clinches

(?) flinches

The start of Hollywood (?)

Too many girls and ham-fisted moves and blaming it on the wine

Now your best bet’s, succour (?), love and caress

Make it quick boys cause I ain’t got long

Never turn your back on the girl in black

You never trust a blonde

Never (never) trust a blonde

Yeah, never (never) trust a blonde

Forget all that stuff about ad-men, like my own father

My daddy said, «Rocky, don’t even trust your mom»!

They all queue in line, they wanna see me hung, drawn and quartered

Sure not on a moon shine, a recipe that leaves me (?)

Stormy weather, the smell and a lousy hotel

One line from a fair blues song

I’m telling you mate, I’ll get slayed

You cannot trust a blonde

Never (never) trust a blonde

Yeah, never (never) trust a blonde

You think you can hide behind peroxide, then you got it wrong, so wrong

Watch out for their teeth boys, never trust a blonde

Here comes another, never trust a blonde

She could be a mother, never trust a blonde

England and China, never trust a blonde

She played me a blinder, never trust a blonde

Never, ever Russian, never trust a blonde

Expect a bum’s rushian (?), never trust a blonde

Explode with good luck, never trust a blonde

Squeeze in another, never trust a blonde