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

he said he'd be here at seven

but it just hit 7:35

here in brockton

mass. i got my thumb in my ass

mama's combing up a big beehive

where the fuck is he?

where the fuck is he?

the bitch doesn't even bother calling

even though it's 7:44

i'm feeling kinda antsy

mama's getting fancy

slicking back a wet pompadour

he said he'd be here at seven

it's closing in on 8:01

me lookin' like a sap

in a wool knit cap

mama's next move is a bun

where the fuck is he?

where the fuck is he?

i wish i had a car

oh

no

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

wicked good

wicked good

wicked good

wicked good

well my friend is still a no-show

and i'm getting fucking pissed

'cause i could've gone with charlie

in the side of his harley

mama's on the phone with a stylist

so i guess i ain't going out tonight

'cause the digits say 12:09

but call the operator

'cause one perm later

mama's hair sure do look fine

where the fuck