Hey, here she comes nownnOh, you know hernWould ya look at that hair?nYeah, you know hernCheck out those shoesnnShe looks like she stepped outnOf the middle of somebody's bluesnShe looks like the Sunday comicsnShe thinks she's Brenda StarrnnHer nose job is real atomicnAll she needs is an old knife scarnnEh, she's so dullnCome on rip her to shredsnShe's so dullnCome on rip her to shredsnnOh, you know hern'Miss Groupie Supreme'nYeah you know hern'Vera Vogue' on paradennRed eye shadownGreen mascaranYuck, she's too muchnnShe looks like she don't know betternA case of partial extremenDressed in a Robert Hall sweaternActing like a soap opera queennnEh, she's so dullnCome on rip her to shredsnShe's so dullnCome on rip her to shredsnnShe got the nerve to tell me she's not on itnBut her expression is too serenenYeah, she looks like she washes with CometnAlways looking to create a scenennEhh, she's so dullnCome on rip her to shredsnShe's so dullnCome on rip her to shredsnnShe's so dullnRip her to shredsnnOh, you know hernMiss. Groupie SupremenYeah, you know hernVera vogue on paradennYeah, you know hernWith the fish eating grinnnShe's so dullnYeah, she got the nerve to tell menHuh, she's so dullnYeah, there she goes nownnShe's making out with King KongnShe take her boat to Hong KongnWell, bye, bye, sugarnAnd not a minute too soon