Dee Wee (my Friend The Massive Idiot) Lyrics - Stan & Judy's Kid - Adam Sandler

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