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song lyrics Dee Wee (my Friend The Massive Idiot) lyrics 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 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 song lyrics