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

He said he'd be at seven
The clock hit 7:22
too cold outside
To wait for my
mama try out a new doo (Bruins)

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

Where the is he?
the fuck is he?

The bitch even bother calling
Even it's 7:44 (I fell asleep, pally)
I'm feeling kinda
Mama's getting
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
next move is a bun (fuckin' Patriots)

Where the 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)

That stupid little
He's probably drunk
I bet he drank a
Wanna pop him in the face now
Mama's

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

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

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

Where the