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

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

Where the is he?
the fuck is he?

The bitch even bother calling
Even though 7:44 (I fell asleep, pally)
I'm feeling antsy
Mama's getting
Slicking back a wet (Red Sox)

He said he'd be here at
closing in on 8:01 (Trimmin' the 'stache, kid)
Me lookin' 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 couldn't my fuckin' snowboots, pal)
I wish I had a car (Huge, hangover)
Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, hailstorm, massive)

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

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

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

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

Where the