Poor Poor Jimmy
Street Dogs Lyrics


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We tuned in our satellite radio and headed out for a long ride
No more Mark Perento taking us home on the afternoon drive
There once was a time they played music (remember that?) on the old radio
When you woke up in the morning it was tuned to The Big Mattress Show
And we all seemed to know one another (sometimes)
We all shared that special bond
Was the love of the underground music that made us feel like we belonged
Poor poor Jimmy
Why did you sell The Rat?
Poor poor Jimmy
Must be hard looking back
So now when I go down to Kenmore there's no chance that I'll see Bud White
All the jocks are still hanging out but with no punk rockers to fight (ahh fuck you)
Now it's hard to find that old music and these new bands might put us to shame
We never had to worry about our image because we always had a place to play
Poor poor Jimmy
Why did you sell The Rat?
Poor poor Jimmy
Must be hard looking back
On all those years and all the fans
And all the friends we thought we met
In that old shit-hole (man did it stink)
But it was our favorite place to drink
And lose our minds
And pick up chicks
And be punk rockers (at least for the weekend)
No one was real, we all were faking it!
Poor poor Jimmy
Why did you sell The Rat?
Poor poor Jimmy
Must be hard looking back
Poor poor Jimmy
Why did you sell The Rat?




Poor poor Jimmy
Why did you sell out like that?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Street Dogs's "Poor Poor Jimmy" take us on a nostalgic journey back to the days when the radio was a central part of our lives, and when the underground punk scene in Boston was thriving. The song is a tribute to the famous Boston punk club "The Rat", which was a hub for punk rock in the 70s and 80s, and the man who owned it, Jimmy Harold. The song laments the loss of this music scene and bemoans the current state of the popular music industry.


The song's first verse sets the stage: the singer and their friends are taking a drive and lamenting the fact that their favorite radio DJ is no longer on the air. They reminisce about a time when the radio played good music and brought people together. There was a sense of community in the underground music scene, a shared love for the music that made people feel like they belonged. The second verse takes us back to The Rat, where people used to hang out and listen to music. The singer mentions Bud White, a well-known character in the Boston punk scene, and talks about how the jocks (disc jockeys) would hang out with punk rockers. The music was the great equalizer, and everyone was welcome.


But things have changed. The punk scene is gone, and the music industry has moved on. The singer talks about how it's hard to find the old music these days, and how new bands might put them to shame. They also acknowledge that the punk scene wasn't always authentic, and that everyone was "faking it" to some degree. The song ends with the repeated refrain of "Poor poor Jimmy, why did you sell The Rat?" as if placing the blame for the loss of the scene on one person, and questioning why they would sell out.


Overall, "Poor Poor Jimmy" is a love letter to a bygone era in Boston music history, and a lament for the loss of a sense of community that was built around the music scene. It's a song that captures the feelings of nostalgia and longing for a time when music brought people together.


Line by Line Meaning

We tuned in our satellite radio and headed out for a long ride
We started our long journey with satellite radio


No more Mark Perento taking us home on the afternoon drive
We will miss Mark and old radio shows


There once was a time they played music (remember that?) on the old radio
Music was a big part of old time radios


When you woke up in the morning it was tuned to The Big Mattress Show
The Big Mattress Show was the iconic morning radio show


And we all seemed to know one another (sometimes)
Sometimes we felt connected as an underground community


We all shared that special bond
Our love of underground music brought us all together


Was the love of the underground music that made us feel like we belonged
Our shared love of underground music made us all feel a sense of belonging


Poor poor Jimmy
Sympathy for Jimmy


Why did you sell The Rat?
Asking Jimmy why he sold the Rat


Must be hard looking back
Jimmy may regret selling The Rat


So now when I go down to Kenmore there's no chance that I'll see Bud White
Bud White is not in Kenmore anymore


All the jocks are still hanging out but with no punk rockers to fight (ahh fuck you)
Jocks still hang out but without punk rockers for their fights


Now it's hard to find that old music and these new bands might put us to shame
Old music is hard to find and new bands are changing music scene


We never had to worry about our image because we always had a place to play
We could be ourselves without worrying about an image in the Rat


On all those years and all the fans
Looking back at the years and fans from the Rat


And all the friends we thought we met
Thinking about all the friends we made in the Rat


In that old shit-hole (man did it stink)
Despite the smell, the Rat was special


But it was our favorite place to drink
Despite its flaws, the Rat was our favorite place to drink


And lose our minds
We could cut loose and be ourselves


And pick up chicks
We could pick up girls at the Rat


And be punk rockers (at least for the weekend)
We could live like punk rockers on the weekend


No one was real, we all were faking it!
Nobody was genuine, we were all playing a part


Why did you sell out like that?
Asking Jimmy why he sold out by selling The Rat




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