(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 bluesShe looks like the Sunday comics
She thinks she's Brenda Starr
Her nose job is real atomic
All she needs is an old knife scarYeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come on rip her to shredsOh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade
Red eye shadow! Green mascara!
Yuck! She's too muchShe looks like she don't know better
A case of partial extreme
Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater
Acting like a soap opera queenYeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come on rip her to shredsShe 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 sceneYeah, 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 shredsOh, 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 dullYeah, 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
Songwriters
CHRISTOPHER STEIN, DEBORAH HARRYPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.