Ramones
Don't Bust My Chops
Brain Drain (1989)

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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

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  Don't bust my chops, baby don't bust my chops               x 2  Yeah

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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  x 2  Alright

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  Don't bust my chops, baby don't bust my chops  x 2 

  Don't bust my chops, yeah don't bust my chops, alrigt 

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