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

One, tow, three, four
New York City, N.Y.C.
Pretty mean when it wants to be
Black leather, knee-hole pants
Can't play no high school dance
Fuzz tone, hear 'em go
Hear 'em on the radioMisfits, 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, see them go
C Jay now hit the gas
Hear Marky kick some ass
Go Johnny, go, go, go Tommy o-way-oMisfits, twilight zone,
R-A-M-O-N-E-S, R-A-M-O-N-E-S
RAMONES
Bad boy then, bad boy now
Good buddies, mau mau mau

Sing it loud, rock 'n' roll
Good music save your soul
Dee Dee, he left home
Joey call me on the phoneMisfits, twilight zone,
R-A-M-O-N-E-S, R-A-M-O-N-E-S
RAMONES
Songwriters
IAN FRASER KILMISTER, MICHAEL RICHARD BURSTON, PHILIP TAYLOR, PHILIP ANTHONY CAMPBELL, PHILIP JOHN TAYLOR, RICHARD BURSTON MICHAELPublished by
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