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