Adam Sandler - Dee Wee (My Friend The Massive Idiot) Lyrics
He said he'd be here at sevenThe clock just hit 7:22It's too cold outsideTo wait for my rideWatching mama try out a new doo (Bruins)He said he'd be here at sevenBut it just hit 7:35 (already?)Here in Brockton, Mass.,I got my thumb in my assMama's combing up a big beehive (Celtics)Where the ***** is he?Where the ***** is he?The ***** doesn't even bother callingEven though it's 7:44 (I fell asleep, pally)I'm feeling kinda antsyMama's getting fancySlicking back a wet pompadour (Red Sox)He said he'd be here at sevenIt's closing in on 8:01 (Trimmin' the ‘stache, kid)Me lookin' like a sapIn a wool knit capMama's next move is a bun (*****in' Patriots)Where the ***** is he? (My pants are still in the dryer, dude)Where the ***** is he? (I couldn't find my *****in' snowboots, pal)I wish I had a car (Huge, huge hangover)Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, massive hailstorm, massive)That stupid little punkHe's probably *****in' drunkI bet he drank a caseWanna pop him in the face right nowMama's eyebrowWicked goodWicked good (Oh, GOD)Wicked goodWicked good (***** yeah)Wicked goodWicked good (Pisser?)Well my friend is still a no-showAnd I'm getting' *****ing pissed (Why?)‘Cause I could've gone with CharlieIn the side of his HarleyMama's on the phone with a stylist (***** 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 laterMama's hair sure do look fine (Heffenreffer!!!)Where the *****
