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!)

Cuz 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 stand for mowtown

Cuz i'm back in the 810 now



Cos i live at home in a trailer

Mom i'm coming home to you