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Don't Bust My Chops Lyrics Artist(Band):The Ramones
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 Alright If you find some error in Don't Bust My Chops Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to vegetarians_rock@iheartpeta2.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Don't Bust My Chops The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. | | ||||||||||||
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