Toll Booth Willy Lyrics by Adam Sandler
Adam Sandler Lyrics
Toll Booth Willy Lyrics
:::car pulls up:::
Toll Booth Willy: Welcome ta Wista! Dawla twenty five please.
Driver1: Hey! How ya doin Toll Booth Willy?
Toll Booth Willy: Goood, thanks for askin pup.
Driver1: That's great, considerin you're a f*ckin idiot. (drives away)
Toll Booth Willy: GO F*CK YOURSELF YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL COME RIGHT OUTTA THE BOOTH AND F*CKING WHACK YA! YOU F*CKIN PRICK!
Driver2: Hey, hey Willy how's it goin?
Toll Booth Willy: Hey can't complain pup. How's by you?
Driver2: Oh great great. How much?
Toll Booth Willy: The state charge is a dawla twenty five pup.
Driver2: That's fine. Now should I give you the money or should I just shove the quarters directly up your fat ass Hee Heeeee (throws quarters, drives off)
Toll Booth Willy: WHY YOU F*CKIN HAAAD ON! I'LL F*CKING COTTONFISH YOU'RE F*CKING HEAD WITH A LOUISVILLE F*CKIN SLUGGAH! WHADDYA THINKA THAT ASS F*CK?!
Driver3: Hi, Willy.
Toll Booth Willy: Oh, nice to see ya mam not a bad day, ah?
Driver3: Well, I'm a little lost. Could you help me out? I hear you're the best with directions.
Toll Booth Willy: Well, I know my way around New England I can tell ya that much. So where ya headed?
Driver3: Well, I was just wondering which exactly is the best way to drive up your ass. You know if you'd tell me I'd appreciate it, you f*cking prick. (cruises off)
Toll Booth Willy: YOU F*CKIN BITCH! F*CK YOU! YOU FORGOT TO PAY THE F*CKIN TOLL YOU DIRTY WHORE! I'LL F*CKING DROP YOU WID A BOOT TO DA F*CKING SKULL YOU CUM GUZZLING QUEEEN!
Driver4: Hey Willy.
Toll Booth Willy: Hey how are ya?
Driver4: Here's a dollar twenty five and go f*ck yourself.
Toll Booth Willy: Dah! YOU F*CKIN PRICK! I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON A F*CKIN BOTTLE CAP YOU F*CKIN SON OF A F*CK! EAT SHIT! EAT MY SHIT!