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

He said he'd be at seven
The just hit 7:22
It's too cold
To wait for my
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 combing up a big (Celtics)

the fuck is he?
Where the is he?

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

He said he'd be at seven
It's closing in on (Trimmin' the 'stache, kid)
Me like a sap
In a wool cap
Mama's move 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 I had a car (Huge, huge hangover)
Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, hailstorm, massive)

stupid little punk
He's probably fuckin'
I bet he drank a
Wanna pop him in the face now
eyebrow

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

my friend is still a no-show
And I'm getting' fucking (Why?)
'Cause I gone with Charlie
In the of his Harley
Mama's on the phone with a (Fuck Charlie!)

So I guess I ain't out tonight
the digits say 12:09 (Shit-faced)
But the operator
'Cause one perm
hair sure do look fine (Heffenreffer!!!)

Where the