Слова:
The Ramones

If you think you can, well, come on man I was a Green Beret in Vietnam I said, no more of your fairy stories 'Cause I got my other worries 53rd and 3

Watch the, watch the way I walk Can't you think my movements talk Watch the, watch the way I walk Can't you think my movements talk See me silently quietly

Gonna kill and destroy I'm not an animal boy Why don't they understand I'm not an ape man Don't have brain damage I'm not an a wild savage Don't push

He's got so many problems You can count them one by one He's a filthy, stupid apeman He never has any fun He lives in the jungle In a cave by a hill

Beat on the brat, beat on the brat Beat on the brat with a baseball bat Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh-ho Beat on the brat, beat on the brat Beat on the brat with

Hey ho let's go, hey ho let's go Hey ho let's go, hey ho let's go They're forming in a straight line, they're going through a tight wind The kids are

You've got to pick up the pieces C'mon, sort your trash You better pull yourself back together Maybe you've got too much cash Better call, call the law

Without you baby, it's like a suicide I need you baby, well I just can't hide I miss you honey, when it's cold outside, oh yeah I miss your body baby

Woke up thinking 'bout you today Why does it have to be this way? We drove each other crazy Bye, bye, babe, bye, bye, baby Well, I guess it's over and