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