Well Jimmy moved in with his mother

Cuz he ain't got no place to go

And now Im right back in the gutter

With a garbage bag that's full of clothes

Cuz you live at home in a trailer

What the hell you gonna do?



Cuz I live at home in a trailer

Mom Im comin' home to you



Well my name is Jimmy

His name's Greg Buel

Me, him and you

We went to the same school

This ain't cool

Im in a rage

He's tappin' my mom and

We're almost the same age

On the microphone I drop bombs

Look at this car

Thanks a lot mom

Here, 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 shelta

And I can't even stand for MOTOWN

Cuz im back in the 8-1-0 now



Cuz I live at home in a trailer

Mom Im commin' home to you



SWEET HOME ALABAMA...

anybody got a cigarette?