Hey, psst psst, 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      Ehhh, 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      Ehhh, 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 Comic   Always looking to create a scene      Ehhh, 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 making out with King Kong   She take her boat to Hong Kong   Well, bye bye, sugar   And not a minute too soon