Текст песни RAMONES - Don't Bust My Chops
RAMONES - Don't Bust My Chops слова песни
Текст песни RAMONES - Don't Bust My Chops
Dee Dee Ramone/Joey Ramone/Daniel Rey)I'm sick and tired of you calling me namesI'm sick and tired of your childish gamesI'm sick and tired of your bullshit bratsCocaine stupor and anxiety attacksPicked up the magazine, I see your faceYou're nothin' boy, a goddamn waste( )With the lamest fashions on your backYou're never happy, a hypochondriacDon't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chopsDon't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops YeahYou're a styling queen and an alley catToo many chocolates keep a fat man fatYou're a pain in the ass, and your on the looseAll I get from you is your bad attitudeDirty mouth, it's all I can bearGet outta here bitch, 'cause you're nowhereAlways wearin' that cheap perfumeCan always tell when you're in the roomDon't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops