Hey, here she comes nowOh, you know her, would you look at that hairYeah, you know her, check out those shoesShe looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's blueShe looks like the Sunday comicsShe thinks she's Brenda StarrHer nose job is real atomicAll she needs is a long-backed scarShe's so dull, come on, rip her to shredsShe's so dull, come on, rip her to shredsOh, you know her, Miss Groovy SupremeYeah, you know her, Vera Vogel ParadeA red eye shadow, green mascaraYeah, she's too muchShe looks like she don't know betterA case of partial extremeDressed in love and loveDark sweaterDressed like a soap opera queenShe's so dull, come on, rip her to shredsShe's so dull, come on, rip her to shredsShe's so dull, come on, rip her to shredsShe got my nervesShe got my nervesYou have to tell me she's not on itBut her expression is too sereneYou know she looks like she washes with commentAlways looking to create a sceneOh, she's so dullCome on, rip out your shredsShe's so dullCome on, rip out your shredsShe's so dullRip out your shredsOh, you know herMiss Groupie SupremeYeah, you know herFear of all of her brainYeah, you know herWith a vision grinShe's so dullShe's got the nerve to tellShe's so dullThere she goes nowShe's making out with King KongTake a boat to Hong Kong