Don't Bust my Chops

[ G Bb C D ] x3
[ C D ]
G Bb C D

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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G C Bb G
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't 
bust my chops
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't 
bust my chops

[ C D C ] x4

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...

[ C D C ] x4
[ G Bb C D ] x3
[ C D ]
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't...
Don't bust my chops, baby, don't...
[ C D C ] x4


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