Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Bust My Chops , by - Ramones. Song from the album The Chrysalis Years Anthology, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 25.08.2002
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Don't Bust My Chops |
| 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 nothin' 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 |
| 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 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 |
| Always wearin' that cheap perfume |
| Can always tell when you’re in the room |
| Don’t bust my chops, baby, don’t bust my chops |
| Ah |
| Don’t bust my chops, baby, don’t bust my chops |
| Alright |