Don’t Bust My Chops Ramones

[Verse 1]
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 nothing boy, a goddamn waste
With the lamest fashions on your back
You're never happy, a hypochondriac

[Chorus]
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops
Yeah!

[Verse 2]
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 out of here bitch, because you're nowhere
Always wearing that cheap perfume
Can always tell when you're in the room

[Chorus]
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops
Yeah!
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops
Yeah!