RAMONES


R.A.M.O.N.E.S. Lyrics

New York City N.Y.C.
Pretty mean when it want to be
Black leather, kneehole pants,
Can't play no highschool dance,
Fuzz tone, hear'em go, hear'em on
The radio

Misfits, twilight zone
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
RAMONES!

Bad boy rock, bad boy roll
Gabba gabba hey, see then go
C. J now hit the gas
Mark takes it up the ass
Go Johnny, go, go, go
No Tommy O-Way-O

Misfits, twilight zone
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
RAMONES!

Bad boys then, bad boys now
Good buddies, mau, mau, mau
Keep it up, rock'n'roll,
Good Music save your soul
Dee Dee, he left home
Joey call me on the phone

Misfits, twilight zone
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
R.A.M.O.N.E.S
RAMONES!

these lyrics are last corrected by waStedLiFe77

Songwriter(s): Ian Fraser Kilmister, Philip Taylor, Richard Burston Michael, Philip Anthony Campbell, Philip John Taylor
Copyright: Warner/Chappell Music Ltd.
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