It's here for you: Blitzkrieg Bop and the Cretin Hop,
Sore day Jitsu,
Sheena's in a punker rocker Sue.

You know he's got a baseball bat to beat on the brat,
It's in your reach,
Me, mum, and dad had a rumble on the beach.

Joey Ramone, (Joey Ramone, Joey Ramone)
Joey Ramone. (Joey Ramone, Joey Ramone)

Got my lobotomy; now I don't care about anything,
Just one Ramona on the number of life tells me why the blind can't see.

Joey Ramone, (Joey Ramone, Joey Ramone)
Joey Ramone, (Joey Ramone, Joey Ramone)
Joey Ramone, (Joey Ramone, Joey Ramone)
Joey Ramone. (Joey Ramone)

Joey Ramone, (Joey Ramone, Joey Ramone)
Joey Ramone, (Joey Ramone, Joey Ramone)
Joey Ramone, (Joey Ramone, Joey Ramone)
Joey Ramone, (Joey Ramone, Joey Ramone)
Joey Ramone, (Joey Ramone, Joey Ramone)
Joey Ramone. (Joey Ramone, Joey Ramone)