Ohh, bitchy! Lou Reed has a great nasty sense of humor when he’s in bitch mode, and this is song one of his best campy social critiques. It introduces a big cast of characters, but unlike other songs where he sings about people with names, I don’t think anyone here is famous or even a real person. I think he’s just letting hangers on and various party girls in general have it. Half the words don’t even make sense. What, dentures, where, on her nose, wtf? If it was a new song, which it absolutely could pass for, I would think it was all about the evils of hipsters, except that I know that wasn’t a thing in the seventies, at least not a thing with a name. It’s the big thing now to complain about the plague of hipsters, and I don’t know what the thing to complain about was back then, but I don’t think the NYC underground social scene has changed all that profoundly much. I bet it’s still home to a handful of the genuinely awesome and cool, plus a swarm of lame people who think they’re cool if they just spend enough money on the right pants to wear. Coolness and fake coolness haven’t changed much – they still revolve around each other, and the really cool people get pissed off. I suspect that might be what Lou’s going on about.