Dee Dee Ramone

You know he don't care what you say
He's gonna keep on smoking up anyway
Find him in the park just a bit after dark
Buying a dime bag from an undercover narc
I wanna smoke a bone with Dee Dee Ramone

Don't give him booze don't give him pills
He just needs that green bud to get his thrills
Cops wanna lock him up put him away
If I was there well you know what I'd say

I can't believe they'd print for all to read
His address and phone number all the mutants and freaks
Will be knocking on his door and ringing his phone
all because he wanted to smoke a big fat stoge



Credits
Writer(s): Doug Vizthum
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