Hey, here she comes now

Oh, you know her 
Would ya look at that hair? 
Yeah, you know her 
Check out those shoes

She looks like she stepped out 
Of the middle of somebody's blues 
She looks like the Sunday comics 
She thinks she's Brenda Starr

Her nose job is real atomic 
All she needs is an old knife scar

Ehh, she's so dull 
Come on rip her to shreds 
She's so dull 
Come on rip her to shreds

Oh, you know her 
'Miss Groupie Supreme' 
Yeah you know her 
'Vera Vogue' on parade

Red eye shadow 
Green mascara 
Yuck, she's too much
She looks like she don't know better 
A case of partial extreme 
Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater 
Acting like a soap opera queen

Ehh, she's so dull 
Come on rip her to shreds 
She's so dull 
Come on rip her to shreds

She got the nerve to tell me she's not on it 
But her expression is too serene 
Yeah, she looks like she washes with Comet 
Always looking to create a scene

Ehh, she's so dull 
Come on rip her to shreds 
She's so dull 
Come on rip her to shreds

She's so dull 
Rip her to shreds

Oh, you know her
Miss. Groupie Supreme 
Yeah, you know her 
Vera vogue on parade

Yeah, you know her 
With the fish eating grin

She's so dull 
Yeah, she got the nerve to tell me 
Huh, she's so dull 
Yeah, there she goes now

She's making out with King Kong 
She take her boat to Hong Kong 
Well, bye, bye, sugar 
And not a minute too soon