Some Punk Lyrics

Some lyrics (punk rock, G and F):

You call me on the telephone everyday

You’ve got nothing to say. You just want to say ‘hey’.

Ask me how I’m doin’, say I sound bored.

That’s a brilliant observation. You’ve got me floored.

Chorus:

I’m bored with you, bored with you.

So hang up the phone; this conversation is through.

I’m bored with you, bored with you.

So get of my way; I’ve got other things to do.

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