ترانه:
The Ramones End Of The Century

Have I ever told you How good it feels to hold you It isn't easy to explain And though I'm really trying I think I may start crying My heart can't wait

Danny says we gotta go Gotta go to Idaho But we can't go surfin' 'cause it's 20 below Sound checks at 5:02 The record stores and interviews Oh, but I

Feedback blasting out my ears Makes me so high I love all the monitor men But why are they alive? The van is making me crazy It's just like being in the

I can't make it on time I can't make it on time I keep on tryin' and tryin' I can't make it on time I can't hurry and you can't wait It doesn't matter

Don't wanna study on the G.I. bill Want more action, haven't had my fill Mercenary, fight for anyone Fight for money, fight for fun Let's go, let's go

to the Mudd Club And they both got drunk, oh yeah, oh Jackie is a bookie, Judy's taking loans They both came up to New York Just to see the Ramones,

Murray the K, Alan Freed, and high energy? It's the end, the end of the 70's. It's the end, the end of the century. Do you remember lying in bed with

: Somebody calls me on the phone. Say hey-hey-hey is Arty Home. You wanna Take a walk. You wanna go cop. You wanna go get some Chinese Rock. I'm livin

: I can't make it on time. I can't make it on time. I keep tryin' and tryin' I can't make it on time. I can't hurry and you can't wait. It doesn't matter