Ramones - Don't Bust My Chops Lyrics
Im sick and tired of you calling me names Im sick and tired of your childish gamesIm sick and tired of your bullshit brats cocaine stupor and anxiety attacksPicked up the magazine, I see your face youre nothin boy, a goddamn wasteWith the lamest fashions on your back youre never happy, a hypochondriacDont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chopsDont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops yeahYoure a styling queen and an alley cat too many chocolates keep a fat man fatYoure a pain in the ass, and your on the loose all I get from you is your bad attitudeDirty mouth, its all I can bear get outta here *****, cause youre nowhereAlways wearin that cheap perfume can always tell when youre in the roomDont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chopsDont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops ahDont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chopsDont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chopsDont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chopsDont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops alright