The Ramones – Don't Bust My Chops Lyrics  Share

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
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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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