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

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

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

Where the is he?
the fuck is he?

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

He he'd be here at seven
closing in on 8:01 (Trimmin' the 'stache, kid)
Me like a sap
In a knit cap
Mama's next is a bun (fuckin' Patriots)

Where the fuck is he? (My are still in the dryer, dude)
Where the is he? (I couldn't find my fuckin' snowboots, pal)
I I had a car (Huge, huge hangover)
Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, hailstorm, massive)

That stupid punk
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)
good
Wicked (Pisser?)

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

So I guess I ain't going out
'Cause the digits say (Shit-faced)
But the operator
'Cause one perm
Mama's hair sure do fine (Heffenreffer!!!)

the fuck