Well Jimmy moved in with his mother
Cos he ain't go no place to go
And now I'm right back in the gutter
With a garbage bag that's full of clothes
Cause you live at home in a trailer
What the hell you gonna do (yee-hah!)
Cause I live at home in a trailer
Mom I'm coming home to you
Well my name is Jimmy
He's name's Greg Buehl
Me and him and you, - we went to the same school
This ain't cool... I'm in a rage
He's tapping my mom and we're almost the same age
On the microphone I drop bombs
Look at this car... 'Thanks a lot, Mom!'
"Here and happy birthday Rabbit! Here's a brand new car, you can have it. A 1928 Delta..."
This shit won't even get me to the shelter
And I can't even say I'm from mowtown
Cause I'm back in the 810 now
Cos I live at home in a trailer
Mom I'm coming home to you
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