Текст (слова) песни: The Ramones - Don`t Bust My Chops
I`m sick and tired of you calling me 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 the magazine, I see your face You`re nothin` boy, a goddamn waste With the lamest fashions 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 styling queen and an alley cat Too many chocolates keep a fat man 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 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 Ah
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, baby, don`t bust my chops Alright
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