The Ramones

The Ramones - Don't Bust My Chops songtekst

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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 nothing, 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 you're on the lose
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 wearing 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...

Alright
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Auteur: Dee Dee Ramone, Joey Ramone, Daniel Rey

Componist: ?

Publisher: Sire Records

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Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Brain Drain (1989) , The Best Of The Ramones (2004)

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