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Boston Rob - Dirt Bag
Boston Rob's SongsKIOZRock 105.3
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This show covers Sleeping on a Cot, Baked-Bean Dreams, Unlikely Bachelor, Walking After Drinking.
What happened, in order
Sleeping on a Cot
The performer turns his poverty into a comic refrain by repeatedly calling himself a broke dirtbag who sleeps on a cot.
Baked-Bean Dreams
He pushes the broke persona further by saying that even a can of baked beans is beyond his budget.
Unlikely Bachelor
He comically declares himself an eligible bachelor, boasts about his dreadlocks, and follows with a suggestive goat joke.
Walking After Drinking
He admits that he drank while driving and says he now has to travel on foot.
Johnny Damon Taunt
He rejects Yankees talk, invokes Johnny Damon, and frames the rivalry as a matter of personal pride.
October Red Sox Boast
He confidently predicts that his Red Sox will be playing again in October.
Grammy Punchline
After repeating the main refrain, a voice says he may build on the final part, win a Grammy, and leave.
People mentioned
301 words, machine transcribed. Click any timestamp to jump the player there.
I'm a broke-ass dirtbag. Sleeping on a cot. Sleeping on a cot. Sleeping on a cot. When the hoes try to get at me. Gotta hit the slot. Gotta hit the slot. Gotta hit the slot. And I'm from a different latitude. Gotta love the socks. Gotta love the socks. Gotta love the socks. And I'm sleeping down my arm and I can't afford dumb. And I'm growing out my dreads cause I got it going on. I'm a broke dude with some broke dreams. Wish I could afford a can of baked beans. Eligible bachelor. Do you like my goat? Honeys like to play with it when I'm in the throat. The grand damn exterior like dirty. The interior is not exactly per day. It would not surprise you. Here's the news like Huey. I drank when I drove. Ma, that's how I gotta do it. Now I hit the street. Now I gotta use my feet. With the S to the R, double do. Still compete. So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that Yankee. Johnny Damon. My Red Talk's in October again, bitch. And when I'm all up in it, it could take a second. Matter of fact.
I'm a broke ass dirt bag. Sleeping on a cot. Sleeping on a cot. Sleeping on a cot. When the hoes try to get at me. Gotta hit the slot. Gotta hit the slot. Gotta hit the slot. And I'm from a different latitude. Gotta love the socks. Gotta love the socks. Gotta love the socks. And I'm sleeping down my arm and I can't afford dumb. And I'm growing out my dreads cause I got it going on. I think I'm gonna feed off on that last part. Then we get a Grammy. I'm out.