E Hey! PSST! Here she comes now. A Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair E A Yeah, you know her, check out those shoes F# A She looks like she stepped out of the middle E of somebody's blues F# A E She looks like the Sunday comics F# A E She thinks she's Brenda Starr F# A E Her nose job is real atomic F# B All she needs is an old knife scar Chorus: A B Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds A B 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 Bleh, 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 Chorus: Yeah, she's so dull, come on Rip her to shreds She's so dull, come on Rip her to shreds A F# A E She got the nerve to tell me she's not on it F# A E But her expression is too serene F# A E Yeah, she looks like she washes with Comet F# B Always looking to create a scene Chorus: 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 got the nerve to tell me Huh, she's so dull Hey, 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA E F# B |