Tekstovi: G.G. Allin. Don't talk to me.

Well I'm just sick and tired of talking on the phone
Sitting in your rom conversing all alone
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talking about everybody else
But what you really rather do is talking about yourself,so......

Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don't talk to me, don't talk
Don't talk to me, don't talk You don't talk to me, don't talk

You don't talk to me
Not even a word, not even a whisper
Just button your lip!

You aught to have a case of bloody larengitis!
We're sitting in a room with no one here beside us,

cause we're sick and tired of listening to your neuratic shit
Why don't you shut your mouth, stop acting like a twit

Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha chatter chatter chatter!

You talk to me all night, but I don't know whats the mather
When you yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak!
I'd like to tie your hands and feet and put you in a sack.