Don't Bust My Chops Lyrics - Brain Drain - 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 

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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 

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