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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 mamma 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
Mamma 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
Mamma 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
Mamma 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
Mamma 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
Mamma 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
Mamma 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, ha ha!)

He gotta dee wee
He gotta dee wee
He gotta dee wee
He got a D.W.I. (Up the river [repeat 9x])

Forgotten things remembered
The tigers eat their young
The body stayed but inside the head
The mind was on the run
A conspiracy of silence
The only way out of pain
Is turn around, run through it man
Too wet to come in from the rain,
Tell them...

I...

Never rely on someone else
You gotta do what you gotta do for yourself
Life is hard - but we can win
We re born to struggle - and we re born to sin
And what we want - sometimes we can t get
But...

Do, do, do you wanna do it
Do, do, do you wanna dance
Do, do, do you wanna do it
Do, do, do you wanna dance

The book of love s got a brand new page
Latest sensation and it s all the rage...

Tender was the night
Took an early flight
Rushing home tonight
Something wasn t right
I can t believe my eyes
I know I must be dreaming.

Chorus
Did I come home too late, too son
You in his...

I ll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended too soon
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed

In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep...