(Hey! Psst PSST! Here she comes now.)
  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