Rip Her To Shreds

(intro)            Hey! 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 up 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’s 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