Текст (слова) песни: Ramones - Don`t Bust My Chops
I`m sick and tired of you calling my names I`m sick and tired of your childish games I`m sick and tired of your bullshit brats Cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks Picked up a magazine, I see your face You`re nothin` but a goddamn waste With the lamest fashion on your back You`re never happy, a hypochondriac
Don`t bust my chops Baby, don`t bust my chops Don`t bust my chops Baby, don`t bust my chops Yeah
You`re a stylish queen and an alley cat Too many chocolates, getting fat fat fat You`re a pain in the ass, and your on the loose All I get from you is your bad attitude Dirty mouth, it`s all I can bear Get outta here bitch, `cause you`re nowhere Always wearin` that cheap perfume I can always tell when you`re in the room
Don`t bust my chops Baby, don`t bust my chops Don`t bust my chops Baby, don`t bust my chops Aah
Don`t bust my chops Baby, don`t bust my chops Don`t bust my chops Baby, don`t bust my chops Don`t bust my chops Baby, don`t bust my chops Don`t bust my chops Yeah, don`t bust my chops Alright
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