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Boston Rob - Mothers Day
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A singer delivers a comic Mother's Day tribute to his mother through affectionate memories and deliberately ridiculous details. He recalls her teaching him to swear at bad drivers, making him polite, and calling him Robert after his rock-throwing hobby damaged cars. He also jokes about her dislike of his tattoo and the lingering pain of receiving a Johnny Damon blanket after Damon joined the Yankees. The bit ends with a sincere argument that listeners should hug and appreciate their mothers over Mother's Day weekend.
What happened, in order
Road-Rage Lessons
The singer thanks his mother for teaching him to cuss out drivers who cut him off.
Polite and Macaroni
He pairs a sincere memory of his mother making him polite with the absurd claim that she also made him macaroni.
Robert and the Rocks
He says his mother calls him Robert when angry, especially after his rock-throwing hobby broke several car windows.
The Hated Tattoo
The singer jokes that his mother loves him even though she hates his tattoo.
Johnny Damon Betrayal
He recalls his mother giving him a Johnny Damon blanket after Damon went to the Yankees, a joke he says still hurts.
Hug Your Mom
He closes by urging everyone to hug and love their mother over Mother's Day weekend.
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227 words, machine transcribed. Click any timestamp to jump the player there.
I wasn't planned, but I can't begin to thank you. So here's a song for the best mom. I was so young, and you took the time to teach me to cuss out drivers that cut me off. Mom, the best mom. I will shout Happy Mother's Day from me to you. Good times must seem so good. So good! So good! You write poems and you love to read books too. You made me polite and made me macaronis.
You cheered me up when I was blue. You call me Robert. Whenever you get angry. Like the time I started throwing rocks for a hobby and broke a bunch of car windows. Mom. Wicked awesome. Thank you, Mom. You love me, but hate my tattoo. Sweet Adeline, bah, bah, bah. Good times never seem so good. So good, so good, so good. I don't mind, bah, bah. That you thought it was funny to give me a Johnny Damon blanket for a gift after he went to the Yankees. It still hurts, but I love you anyways, Mom.
So wherever your mother might be this weekend, give your mom a big hug for me. And remember, love your mom, love your mom, mom. Sweet Adeline, bye, bye. Good times never seem so good. So good, so good, so good. Sweet Adeline, bye. I love you, mom.