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 $$#
Mama's combing up a big beehive (Celtics)


Where the $#&@ is he?
Where the $#&@ is he?


The (*##$ 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 ÃÆ'â??Ã?'stache, kid)
Me lookin' like a sap

In a wool knit cap
Mama'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 punk

He's probably $#&@in' 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 ($#&@ yeah)

Wicked good
Wicked good (Pisser?)


Well my friend is still a no-show
And I'm getting' $#&@ing pissed (Why?)
'Cause I could've gone with Charlie

In the side of his Harley
Mama's on the phone with a stylist ($#&@ Charlie!)


So I guess I ain't going out tonight
'Cause the digits say 12:09 (%#@!-faced)
But call the operator

'Cause one perm later
Mama's hair sure do look fine (Heffenreffer!!!)


Where the $#&@