Donâ??t Bust My Chops Ramones # # DON'T BUST MY CHOPS 2.28 (Dee Dee Ramone/Joey Ramone/Daniel Rey) [ G Bb C D ] x3 [ C D ] [G]I'm sick and [Bb]tired of you[C] calling m[D]e 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 [G]Don't bust my chops, baby, don't bust my chops[ (chordiearchive.chordie.com)