Don't Bust My Chops歌词

歌曲名:Don't Bust My Chops  歌手:Ramones  所属专辑:《The Chrysalis Years Anthology》

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Don't Bust My Chops歌词

作词 : Daniel Rey/Dee Dee Ramone
作曲 : Daniel Rey/Dee Dee Ramone
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 ******** brats
******* 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 *****, 'cause you're nowhere
Always wearin' that cheap perfume
I can always tell when you're in your 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
Yeah, don't bust my chops, alright

Don't Bust My ChopsLRC歌词

作词 : Daniel Rey/Dee Dee Ramone
作曲 : Daniel Rey/Dee Dee Ramone
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 ******** brats
******* 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 *****, 'cause you're nowhere
Always wearin' that cheap perfume
I can always tell when you're in your 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
Yeah, don't bust my chops, alright