Rip her to shreds

"Rip Her to Shreds"

 (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