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The Deborah Harry song catalog you find on this page was compiled by me, the webmaster, with the help of my personal record collection, booklets, biographies, setlists, ASCAP, the LoC (Library of Congress), articles and (live) bootlegs. It's my goal to create a page which features Deborah's complete musical body of work, no matter if Deborah was in any way musically involved herself or whether she contributed her own lyrics to a project. In order to keep up the standard of this page and to make it grow you can help by submitting song titles and/or information which are missing on this site. Every contribution is greatly appreciated. Official song lyrics were taken from booklets. I transcribed those songs myself where no official lyrics were available (with no guarantee for their accuracy). I apologize for possible errors and will gladly take corrections. I kindly ask you not to copy any of these lyrics from this page.
All song pages include links to the albums, singles and/or live albums which they were released on. Best Ofs and soundtracks were only listed if there is a special mix available on the record or the song title itself was previously unreleased.

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INFO

length (album version): 3:14-22 [depending on edition]
written by: Deborah Harry & Chris Stein
produced by: Richard Gottehrer: 'An Instant' Record'

FEATURED ON

Blondie [album] (1976)

Live By Request [live album] (2004)
Livid/Live [live album] (2000)

Nothing Is Real But The Girl [single] (1999)
Rip Her To Shreds [single] (1977)
X Offender [single] (1976)

REMIXES & OTHER VERSIONS

[no official remixes available]

RIP HER TO SHREDS

Hey pst pst 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

Eh 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
Yuck 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

Eh 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

Eh 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
Yeah 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

COMMENTS

source: wikipedia.org

"In a BBC Radio documentary about Blondie, Debbie Harry said the song is about what gossip columns do to people's lives."

quoted from the book 'Deborah Harry: Platinum Blonde - A Portrait By Cathay Che' - 1999

question: Okay, what about everybody's early favorite - "Rip Her To Shreds?"
answer: That one is kind of autobiographical. It's about the girls at CB's [CBGB's] - myself as well, gossiping and taking the bitchy queen kind of approach. It was meant in good fun. Like, 'She's so dull, rip her to shreds' - [it's kind of like an inner voice] talking about yourself at the same time. Scary! This is a funny story, when I first went to Australia, they wouldn't wait for me to rip my clothes off, because they heard I did that when I sang that song. These people were so horny.