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

He he'd be here at seven
The clock hit 7:22
It's too outside
To for my ride
Watching 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
combing up a big beehive (Celtics)

Where the is he?
Where the is he?

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

He said be here at seven
It's 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 find my snowboots, pal)
I I had a car (Huge, huge hangover)
Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, hailstorm, massive)

That stupid punk
probably fuckin' drunk
I bet he a case
pop him in the face right now
Mama's

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

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

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

Where the