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 wait for my
mama try out a new doo (Bruins)

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

the fuck is he?
Where the is he?

The bitch doesn't even bother
though it's 7:44 (I fell asleep, pally)
I'm feeling kinda
Mama's fancy
Slicking back a wet (Red Sox)

He said he'd be here at
closing in on 8:01 (Trimmin' the 'stache, kid)
Me like a sap
In a knit 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 find my snowboots, pal)
I I had a car (Huge, huge hangover)
Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, hailstorm, massive)

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

Wicked
good (Oh, GOD)
Wicked
Wicked (Fuck yeah)
good
Wicked (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 ain't going out
'Cause the say 12:09 (Shit-faced)
But the operator
'Cause one later
Mama's hair sure do look (Heffenreffer!!!)

Where the