Luyện nghe bài hát Dee Wee (My Friend the Massive Idiot)

He said be here at seven
The clock just hit
It's too cold
To for my ride
Watching try out a new doo (Bruins)

He he'd be here at seven
But it hit 7:35 (already?)
in Brockton, Mass.,
I got my in my ass
Mama's up a big beehive (Celtics)

Where the is he?
Where the is he?

The bitch doesn't even calling
though it's 7:44 (I fell asleep, pally)
I'm feeling antsy
getting fancy
Slicking a wet pompadour (Red Sox)

He said he'd be at seven
It's closing in on (Trimmin' the 'stache, kid)
Me lookin' a sap
In a knit cap
Mama's next is a bun (fuckin' Patriots)

the fuck is he? (My pants are still in the dryer, dude)
Where the fuck is he? (I find my fuckin' snowboots, pal)
I wish I had a car (Huge, hangover)
Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, hailstorm, massive)

That stupid punk
He's fuckin' drunk
I bet he drank a
Wanna pop him in the right now
Mama's

Wicked
good (Oh, GOD)
Wicked
Wicked (Fuck yeah)
Wicked
Wicked (Pisser?)

my friend is still a no-show
And I'm getting' pissed (Why?)
'Cause I could've gone with
In the side of his
on the phone with a stylist (Fuck Charlie!)

So I guess I going out tonight
'Cause the say 12:09 (Shit-faced)
But the operator
one perm later
Mama's hair sure do fine (Heffenreffer!!!)

Where the