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Adam Sandler
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Dee Wee (My Friend the Massive Idiot)
He said he'd be here at seven The clock just hit 7:22 It's too cold outside To wait for my ride Watching mama try out a new doo (Bruins)
He said he'd be here at seven But it just hit 7:35 (already?) Here in Brockton, Mass., I got my thumb in my ass Mama's combing up a big beehive (Celtics)
Where the fuck is he? Where the fuck is he?
The bitch doesn't even bother calling Even though it's 7:44 (I fell asleep, pally) I'm feeling kinda antsy Mama's getting fancy Slicking back a wet pompadour (Red Sox)
He said he'd be here at seven It's closing in on 8:01 (Trimmin' the 'stache, kid) Me lookin' like a sap In a wool knit cap Mama's next move is a bun (fuckin' Patriots)
Where the fuck is he? (My pants are still in the dryer, dude) Where the fuck is he? (I couldn't find my fuckin' snowboots, pal) I wish I had a car (Huge, huge hangover) Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, massive hailstorm, massive)
That stupid little punk He's probably fuckin' drunk I bet he drank a case Wanna pop him in the face right now Mama's eyebrow Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Wicked good Wicked good (Oh, GOD) Wicked good Wicked good (Fuck yeah) Wicked good Wicked good (Pisser?)
Well my friend is still a no-show And I'm getting' fucking pissed (Why?) 'Cause I could've gone with Charlie In the side of his Harley Mama's on the phone with a stylist (Fuck Charlie!)
So I guess I ain't going out tonight 'Cause the digits say 12:09 (Shit-faced) But call the operator 'Cause one perm later Mama's hair sure do look fine (Heffenreffer!!!)
Where the fuck is he? (Ah, ha ha! My stepfather was tellin' me a wicked funny joke!) Where the fuck is he? (Ah, ha ha! I forgot it though…)
I wish I had a car I wish I had a car (A cop pulled me over, buddy)
I wish I went with Charlie (5.2 blood level, state record) I could have gone with Charlie (I'm in a wicked mess of trouble, haha!)
He gotta dee wee He gotta dee wee He gotta dee wee He got a D.W.I. (Up the river [repeat 9x])
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