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lirik lagu toll booth willie – adam sandler


toll booth willie

[car approaches]
[toll booth willie:] “welcome to worchester. dollar twenty-five please.”
[m1:] “hey, how ya doin’ toll booth willie?”
[toll booth willie:] “good! thanks fer askin, pop!”
[m1:] “aww, that’s great, you know, considering yer a f*ckin’ idiot!”
[pays toll and drives off]
[toll booth willie:] “go f*ck yourself you son of a b*tch!
i’ll come right outta the booth and f*ckin’ whack ya, you f*ckin’ pr*ck!”

[another car approaches]
[m2:] “hey, hey, willie! hows it going?”
[toll booth willie:] “hey, can’t complain, pop. hows ’bout you?”
[m2:] “oh, great, great. how much?”
[toll booth willie:] “the state charges a dollar twenty-five, pop.”
[m2:] “that’s fine. now should i give you the money,
or should i shove the quarters directly up your fat *ss!?”
[pays toll and drives off]
[toll booth willie:] “why you f*ckin’ hard on!
i’ll f*cking carlton fisk yer f*ckin’ head with a louise-ville f*ckin’ slugger!
whadya think of that *ss f*ck!?”

[another car approaches]
[f1:] “hi willie.”
[toll booth willie:] “oh, nice to see ya m’am. not a bad day, huh?”
[f1:] “well, i’m a little lost. could you help me out?
i hear your the best with directions.”
[toll booth willie:] “well i know my way around new england.
i can tell ya that much. so where ya headed?”
[f1:] “well, i was just wondering exactly which is the best way
to drive up your *ss. you know, if you’d tell me,
i’d appreciate it, you f*ckin’ pr*ck.”
[drives off]
[toll booth willie:] “you f*ckin’ b*tch! f*ck you!
you forgot to pay the f*ckin’ toll you dirty wh*r*!
i’ll f*ckin’ drop you with a boot to the f*ckin’ skull you c*m guzzling queen!”

[another car approaches]
[m3:] “hey willie.”
[toll booth willie:] “hey, how are ya?”
[m3:] “here’s a dollar twenty-five, and go f*ck yourself.”
[pays toll and drives off]
[toll booth willie:] “dah, you f*ckin’ pr*ck!
i hope you choke on a f*ckin’ bottle cap, ya f*ckin’ son of a f*ck!
eat sh*t! eat my sh*t!”

[another car approaches]
[bishop nelson:] “h*llo willie. good to see you.”
[toll booth willie:] “ahhh, bishop nelson. nice to see ya.
that was quite a sermon you had the other day.”
[bishop nelson:] “hey, well i do my best.”
[toll booth willie:] “dollar twenty-five, bishop.”
[bishop nelson:] “dollar twenty-five,
willie. isn’t that the same price your mother charges for a bl*w j*b,
you piece of dog sh*t!?”
[pays toll and drives off]
[toll booth willie:] “ohhh! have another one, you f*ckin’ lush!
it’s not my fault the bartender cut ya off last night ya f*ckin’ douche bag!”

[another car approaches]
[m5:] “hey!”
[toll booth willie:] “well hey!”
[m5:] “yeah, do you want the money,
or should i just shove the quarters directly up your fat *ss!?”
[pays toll and drives off]
[toll booth willie:] “well, i already heard that one you f*ckin’ unoriginal b*st*rd!
go suck a corn you f*ckin’ piece of repeatin’ sh*t!”

[another car approaches]
[f2:] “hi.”
[toll booth willie:] “oh, hi. how are ya?”
[f2:] “fine, thank you. how much is the toll please?”
[toll booth willie:]”for you sweetheart, it’s a dollar twenty-five.”
[f2:] “here ya go.”
[pays toll]
[f2:] “thank you.”
[begins to drive off]
[toll booth willie:] “hey! hey! honey! would you like a receipt with that?”
[f2:] “oh, i almost forgot. thank you so much.”
[toll booth willie scribbling a receipt for her]
[toll booth willie:] “and here ya are.”
[f2:] “umm, do you think you could sign it?”
[toll booth willie:] “oh, uh.. sign it?”
[f2:] “yeah, sign toll booth willie was here.”
[toll booth willie:] “ok, sure. uhh, by the way, what is this for?”
[signing receipt]
[f2:] “just so i could have proof for my friends that
i met the biggest f*ckin’ dip sh*t with the smallest d*ck alive.
you understand.”
[drives off]
[crumples up paper]
[toll booth willie:] “f*ck you, you f*ckin’ upity b*tch!
i’ll f*ckin’ f*ck you and all your lesbian fish-eating friends in front
of your f*ckin’ mothers! you’re gonna die, b*tch! i’m comin’ outta the booth!”
[opens the door and runs out of the booth]

[car screeches and hits him]
[toll booth willie:] “ooooh! my f*ckin’ leg!”
[m6:] “hey! you ran over toll booth willie!”
[m7:] “oh my god! i was always wondering what it would be like to run over a
dried up stinky d*ck licker.”
[toll booth willie:] “why you f*ckin’ pr*cks.
i f*ckin’ hear every f*ckin’ word yer saying!
when this f*ckin’ leg heals,
i’m gonna kick you guys new f*ckin’ *ssholes!

[everyone cussing eachother out]


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