Rip Her To Shreds

Oh, you know her, would you 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 Yeah, 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 Yeah, 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 Yeah, 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