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 blue
She looks like the Sunday comics
She thinks she's Brenda Starr
Her nose job is real atomic
All she needs is a long-backed scar
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 Groovy Supreme
Yeah, you know her, Vera Vogel Parade
A red eye shadow, green mascara
Yeah, she's too much
She looks like she don't know better
A case of partial extreme
Dressed in love and love
Dark sweater
Dressed like a soap opera queen
She's so dull, come on, rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come on, rip her to shreds
She's so dull, come on, rip her to shreds
She got my nerves
She got my nerves
You have to tell me she's not on it
But her expression is too serene
You know she looks like she washes with comment
Always looking to create a scene
Oh, she's so dull
Come on, rip out your shreds
She's so dull
Come on, rip out your shreds
She's so dull
Rip out your shreds
Oh, you know her
Miss Groupie Supreme
Yeah, you know her
Fear of all of her brain
Yeah, you know her
With a vision grin
She's so dull
She's got the nerve to tell
She's so dull
There she goes now
She's making out with King Kong
Take a boat to Hong Kong