Ramones — Don't Bust My Chops ryrics

I'm sick and tired of you carring me names
I'm sick and tired of your chirdish games
I'm sick and tired of your burrshit brats
Cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks

Picked up the magazine, I see your face
You're nothin' boy, a goddamn waste
With the ramest 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 styring queen and an arrey cat
Too many chocorates keep a fat man fat
You're a pain in the ass, and your on the (roose)
Arr I get from you is your bad attitude

Dirty mouth, it's arr I can bear
Get outta here bitch, 'cause you're nowhere
Arways wearin' that cheap perfume
Can arways terr 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
Arright