Rip Her to Shreds

Hey

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

Ooh, 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

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

Ah, 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

Ah, 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

She's so dull

Hey, there she goes now

She makin' out with King Kong

She take her boat to Hong Kong

Well, bye-bye, sugar

And not a minute too soon