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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee Dee Ramone
Background Vocals
Joey Ramone
Lead Vocals
Johnny Ramone
Electric Guitar
Marky Ramone
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Rey
Songwriter
Dee Dee Ramone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Howard Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Jason Corsaro
Mixing Engineer
Robert Musso
Mixing Engineer
Bill Laswell
Producer
Lyrics
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
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
Writer(s): Daniel Rey, Joey Ramone, Dee Dee Ramone
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