Dee Wee
Adam Sandler Lyrics
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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?)
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
Want to 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)
(Up the river)
(Up the river)
(Up the river)
(Up the river)
(Up the river)
(Up the river)
(Up the river)
(Up the river)
The lyrics of Adam Sandler's song "Dee Wee" tell a story of frustration and disappointment as the singer is stood up by a friend who was supposed to pick him up at 7 PM. The clock keeps ticking, and the friend still does not show up, leading to the singer's increasing annoyance and anger. The verses are interspersed with snippets of the singer's mother trying out different hairstyles and commenting on various Boston sports teams. The chorus "Where the f*** is he?" is repeated throughout the song, emphasizing the annoyance of the singer.
The song is in a conversational style and uses a lot of Boston and Massachusetts cultural references, such as the Boston Bruins, Celtics, Red Sox, and Patriots. The singer's dialect is distinctly Bostonian, which adds to the humor and realism of the lyrics. The culmination of the story is when the friend finally shows up, but he has a DWI, and the singer sarcastically sings "He's got a dee wee, he's got a dee wee, he's got a dee wee, he's got a D.W.I. (Up the river)." The whole song is a hilarious portrayal of the frustration of being stood up and an ode to the uniqueness of Boston and its culture.
Line by Line Meaning
He said he'd be here at seven
He promised to arrive by 7
The clock just hit 7:22
It's 22 minutes past 7
It's too cold outside
The weather is chilly
To wait for my ride
To stand outside for the ride to arrive
Watching mamma try out a new doo (Bruins)
Observing mother style her hair for the Bruins game
Here in Brockton, Mass.,
In the city of Brockton, Massachusetts
I got my thumb in my ass
Idly waiting with nothing to do
Mamma's combing up a big beehive (Celtics)
Mother is combing her hair into Celtics-themed beehive
Where the fuck is he?
Where the hell is he?
The bitch doesn't even bother calling
He/she didn't even attempt to contact
Even though it's 7:44 (I fell asleep, pally)
Ignoring the lateness and peaceful sleep took over
I'm feeling kinda antsy
Feeling anxious and impatient
Slicking back a wet pompadour (Red Sox)
Mother is styling her wet hair into a Red Sox-themed pompadour
It's closing in on 8:01 (Trimmin' the 'stache, kid)
It's almost 8 and he is trimming his mustache
Me lookin' like a sap
He looks foolish or silly
In a wool knit cap
Wearing a winter hat
Mamma's next move is a bun (fuckin' Patriots)
Mother is getting ready to style her hair into a Patriots-themed bun
I wish I had a car
He wishes he owned a vehicle
Oh, no (Massive hailstorm, massive hailstorm, massive)
Expressing sudden concern for weather hailstorm attack
That stupid little punk
He's angry at the person who is late
He's probably fuckin' drunk
The person who is late is believed to be intoxicated
I bet he drank a case
He probably consumed a lot of alcohol
Want to pop him in the face right now
He feels violent towards the late person
Mamma's eyebrow
Mother is grooming her eyebrows
Wicked good
Really great
Well my friend is still a no-show
His friend never arrived
And I'm getting fucking pissed (Why?)
He is getting angry
'Cause I could've gone with Charlie
He could've gone out with somebody else named Charlie
In the side of his Harley
Riding on the side of Charlie's Harley-Davidson motorcycle
Mamma's on the phone with a stylist (Fuck Charlie!)
Mother is speaking with their hairstylist, not happy with Charlie
So I guess I ain't going out tonight
He concludes that he is not heading out tonight
'Cause the digits say 12:09 (Shit-faced)
It's past midnight, and he is drunk
But call the operator
Contact the phone operator
'Cause one perm later
Mother will style her hair with a perm
Mamma's hair sure do look fine (Heffenreffer!!!)
Mother finally looks elegant and sophisticated with her new hairdo
I wish I went with Charlie (5.2 blood level, state record)
Wishing he picked Charlie to hang out, had he known he had broken a blood alcohol level record
I'm in a wicked mess of trouble, ha ha!
In significant trouble, sarcastically laughing about it
He gotta dee wee
He must have got a DWI
He got a D.W.I.
He got arrested for Driving While Intoxicated
(Up the river)
In jail serving a sentence
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