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Adam Sandler - Dee Wee (My Friend the Massive Idiot) lyrics
He said he'd be here at seven The clock just hit 7:22 It's too cold outside To wait for my ride Watching mama try out a new doo (Bruins) He said he'd be here at seven But it just hit 7:35 (already?) Here in Brockton, Mass., I got my thumb in my ass Mama's combing up a big beehive (Celtics) Where the fuck is he? Where the fuck is he? The bitch doesn't even bother calling Even though it's 7:44 (I fell asleep, pally) I'm feeling kinda antsy Mama's getting fancy Slicking back a wet pompadour (Red Sox) He said he'd be here at seven It's closing in on 8:01 (Trimmin' the Âstache, kid) Me lookin' like a sap In a wool knit cap Mama's next move is a bun (fuckin' Patriots) Where the fuck is he? (My pants are still in the dryer, dude) Where the fuck is he? (I couldn't find my fuckin' snowboots, pal) I wish I had a car (Huge, huge hangover) Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, massive hailstorm, massive) That stupid little punk He's probably fuckin' drunk I bet he drank a case Wanna pop him in the face right now Mama's eyebrow Wicked good Wicked good (Oh, GOD) Wicked good Wicked good (Fuck yeah) Wicked good Wicked good (Pisser?) Well my friend is still a no-show And I'm getting' fucking pissed (Why?) ÂCause I could've gone with Charlie In the side of his Harley Mama's on the phone with a stylist (Fuck Charlie!) So I guess I ain't going out tonight ÂCause the digits say 12:09 (Shit-faced) But call the operator ÂCause one perm later Mama's hair sure do look fine (Heffenreffer!!!) Where the fuck |
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