A “Single Father” lavishes time on his young son and notes the importance of providing two loving parents (“I spend every minute I can with my boy/There’s no doubt about it, he’s my pride and joy … There should be three of us”). The rocker tells his girl back home, “It’s you I can’t live without” on “Cold and Empty.”
Merely taking the CD out of the case exposes fans to a photo of Kid Rock giving them the finger. His tattoo reads “American Bad A–,” so his obscene rants (the f-word is common) and sexual lyrics should come as no surprise. A remake of Bad Company’s “Feel Like Makin’ Love” includes a woman’s orgasmic groaning. Misogyny oozes from the vulgar “Cadillac P-ssy,” as well as tracks that combine selfish sex with getting wasted (“Rock n’ Roll Pain Train,” “Black Bob,” “Rock n’ Roll”). Except for the “couple dozen beers” he plans to chug before driving (“Son of Detroit”), this Coors spokesman actually prefers whiskey, cheap wine and drugs to suds (“Jackson, Mississippi,” “Hillbilly Stomp”). He brags about his prowess (“Intro”) and compares himself to Christ (“Black Bob”).
Bad-boy Bob Ritchie (aka Kid Rock) shows a tender paternal side on one song, but it’s squelched by insolence, perversity and substance abuse. He wants to rally angry young men who glean identity and empowerment from associating with a sneering delinquent.
