Don`t Bust My Chops — текст песни (The Ramones)

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
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
Don`t bust my chops, baby, don`t bust my chops Ah

Don`t bust my chops, baby, don`t bust my chops
Don`t bust my chops, baby, don`t bust my chops
Don`t bust my chops, baby, don`t bust my chops
Don`t bust my chops, baby, don`t bust my chops Alright