RAMONES - Don't Bust My Chops lyrics

rate me

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 magazineI see your face you're nothin' boya goddamn waste

With the lamest fashions on your back you're never happya hypochondriac

Don't bust my chopsbabydon't bust my chops

Don't bust my chopsbabydon'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 assand your on the loose all I get from you is your bad attitude

Dirty mouthit'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 chopsbabydon't bust my chops

Don't bust my chopsbabydon't bust my chops ah

Don't bust my chopsbabydon't bust my chops

Don't bust my chopsbabydon't bust my chops

Don't bust my chopsbabydon't bust my chops

Don't bust my chopsbabydon't bust my chops alright