Ramones Lyric Tribute

sunstruck

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Goodbye Dee Dee. Thanks for the kicks.

Blitzkrieg Bop


Hey ho, let's go Hey ho, let's go Hey ho, let's go Hey ho, let's go
They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop

They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop

Hey ho, let's go
Shoot'em in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go
 
One of my favorite songs of all time:

Sheena Is A Punk Rocker

Well The Kids Are All Hopped Up And Ready To Go
They're Ready To Go Now
They Got Their Surfboards
And They're Going To The Discotheque Au Go Go
But She Just Couldn't Stay
She Had To Break Away
Well New York City Really Has It All
Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah.

Sheena Is A Punk Rocker
Sheena Is A Punk Rocker
Sheena Is A Punk Rocker Now.
She's A Punk Punk, A Punk Rocker
Punk Punk, A Punk Rocker
Punk Punk, A Punk Rocker.
 
And... especially for you, Sunstruck:

Do You Wanna Dance?

Do You Wanna Dance And Hold My Hand?
Tell Me Baby I'm Your Lover Man
Oh, Baby, Do You Wanna Dance?
Do You, Do You Do You Do You Wanna Dance?
Do You Do You Do You Do You Wanna Dance?
Do You Do You Do You Do You Wanna Dance?
Well Do You Wanna Dance Under The Moonlight?
Squeeze Me Baby All Through The Night
Oh Baby, Do You Wanna Dance?
 
Awww now that one got to me.

I Don't Wanna Go Down To The Basement


Hey, daddy-o I don't wanna go down to the basement
There's somethin' down there I don't wanna go
Hey, Romeo there's something down there
I don't wanna go down to the basement
 
When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up

How do you move in a world of fog that's
always changing things
Makes wish that I could be a dog

When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever want to be that way
I don't wanna grow up

Seems that folks turn into things
that they never want
The only thing to live for is today...

I'm gonna put a hole in my T.V. set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
I don't wanna grow up

I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinkin' all night
I don't wanna grow up

I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old tomb on
grand street
When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up

Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float on a broom
Fall in love, get married then boom
How the hell did it get here so soon

I don't wanna grow up
 
Twenty - twenty - twenty four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
I wanna be sedated

Just get me to the airport
And put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers
I can't control my brain
Oh no oh ho
 
I just wanna have somethin to do.

Hangin out on Second Avenue
Eating chicken vindaloo
I just want to be with you
I just want to have something to do

Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Well allright
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight

Wait-now
Wait-now

Handing out all by myself
I don't want to be with anybody else
I just want to be with you
I just want to have something to do

Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Well allright
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight

Wait-now
Wait-now

Handing out all by myself
I don't want to be with anybody else
I just want to be with you
I just want to have something to do

Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Well allright
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight

Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
 
Rockaway Beach

Chewing Out A Rhythm On My Bubble Gum
The Sun Is Out And I Want Some.
It's Not Hard, Not Far To Reach
We Can Hitch A Ride
To Rockaway Beach.
Up On The Roof, Out On The Street
Down In The Playground The Hot Concrete
Bus Ride Is Too Slow
They Blast Out The Disco On The Radio
Rock Rock Rockaway Beach
Rock Rock Rockaway Beach
We Can Hitch A Ride
To Rockaway Beach
It's Not Hard, Not Far To Reach
We Can Hitch A Ride
To Rockaway Beach.
 
i hate it when this happens...

...bye Dee Dee

gabba gabba hey!
 
Do You Remember Rock 'N' Roll Radio?

Sometimes all I really want to feel is love
Sometimes I'm angry that I feel so angry
Sometimes my feelings get in the way
Of what I really feel I needed to say
If you stand in a circle
Then you'll all have a back to bite
Back logged voices on the 7 wonders
We're all so funny but he's lost his joke now
A communication from the one lined joke
A stand up comic and a rock musician
Making so much noise you don't know when to listen
Why are you judging people so damn hard
You're taking your point of views a bit too far
I made my shoes shine with my coal
But my polish didn't shine the hole
If you stand in a circle
Then you'll all have a back to bite
(Back?) long books on the 7 wonders
We're all so funny but he's lost his joke now
Our communications come from one lined joke
From stand up comics and a rock musicians
Making so much noise you don't know when to listen
Think it over
There's the air of the height of the highrollers
Think it over
You aint got nothing till ya know her
 
We're A Happy Family

We're A Happy Family
We're A Happy Family
We're A Happy Family
Me Mom And Daddy
Sitting Here In Queens
Eating Refried Beans
We're In All Magazines
Gulpin' Down Thorazines
We Ain't Got No Friends
Our Troubles Never End
No Christmas Cards To Send
Daddy Likes Men
Daddy's Telling Lies
Baby's Eating Flies
Mommy's On Pills
Baby's Got The Chills
I'm Friends With The President
I'm Friends With The Pope
We're All Making A Fortune
Selling Daddy's Dope
 
Starin at my goldfish bowl
poppin phenobarbitol
My life is so beautiful
I am a vegetable

Mental
Mental

Ive gone Mental
 
Fuck da lyrics

On the ride home, int eh rain, with much buzzing around my head I hear that Dee Dee shot himself up and croaked, to be found by his wife. Joey is already gone (way too soon). Dee Dee was the shithead of the band, sorta. using his stupidity (act) as adefense. Ramones. ramones. Ramones. Goddamn they fucking rock. Fathers of punk, teaching the Brit wankers how to turn around and import it to America's youth. Fucking A, they are dropping like flies and I feel old at 25.

Take it easy Dee Dee.
 
If you're old at 25, MM, I'm fucking ancient at 44.

This Business Is Killing Me

I'm sick to death
I'm a nervous wreck
This business is killing me
You
This business is killing me
You know
It's really killing me
Yeah

Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh-no oh no
Oh no oh-no oh no
On no ho

This business is killing me
And so they say

Run around, run around
Love giving you
The run around
It really makes you crazy
Run around, run around
Love giving you
The run around

Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no oh no
On no ho

This business is killing me
And so they say
Hey, hey
You work, you work
You write all night
Until the early morning light

Can't please all the people

All the time
All the people
All the time
But then they don't
Please me

Well I can't take it no more
No, I can't take it no more

Run around, run around

Well I can't take it no more
No, I can't take it
 
I guess he wasn't...

"Too Tough To Die"

I am a tu tu tu tu tough tough guy
I tell no tales I do no lie

I am a tu tu tu tu tough tough guy
Halo round my head to tough to die

Main attraction in a freak side show
Down in the basement where the cobwebs grow
On my last leg just gettin' by
Halo round my read too tough to die

Rainy days rain cool wine
I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine
Hot sweat on my face
I feel like goin' out someplace

Up late light my chocolate sweet
Down at the gym where the muscle boys meet
I am very nice guy very sincere
In real good shape I have no fear

At the concert when the band comes on
I am in the ring where I belong
On my last leg just gettin' by
Halo round my head too tough to die
 
25 is not old. I'm well aware. But it conflicts with all my former punk leanings. Conflict is the wrong word... it changes the tone of my punk sense. Now I boycott, vote, and overall try to change what I see as ludicrous vessels of consumer culture and the tyranny of the mediocre majority.

The passing of 'punk forefathers' is aobut music and not amindset but it still ads a sense of time to an idea. ideas should be timeless.
 
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