Текст песни The Ramones - Don`t Bust My Chops
The Ramones - Don`t Bust My Chops слова песни
I`m sick and tired of you calling me names I`m sick and tired of your childish gamesI`m sick and tired of your bullshit brats Cocaine stupor and anxiety attacksPicked up the magazine, I see your face You`re nothin` boy, a goddamn wasteWith the lamest fashions on your back You`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 cat Too many chocolates keep a fat man fatYou`re a pain in the ass, and your on the loose All I get from you is your bad attitudeDirty mouth, it`s all I can bear Get outta here bitch, `cause you`re nowhereAlways wearin` that cheap perfume Can always tell when you`re in the roomDon`t bust my chops, baby, don`t bust my chopsDon`t bust my chops, baby, don`t bust my chops AhDon`t bust my chops, baby, don`t bust my chopsDon`t bust my chops, baby, don`t bust my chopsDon`t bust my chops, baby, don`t bust my chopsDon`t bust my chops, baby, don`t bust my chops Alright