Well Jimmy moved in with his mother
'Cause he ain't got 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?
'Cause I live at home in a trailer
Mom I'm coming home to you
Well my name's Jimmy and his name's Greg Buel
And me, him 'n' you went to the same school.
This ain't cool, I'm in a rage, he tappin' my mom
We're almost the same age.
On the microphone I drop bombs
Look at this car, thanks a lot moms!
"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 shelter.
And I can't even stand for a motel.
'Cause I'm back in the 8-1-0 now.
'Cause I live at home in a trailer,
Mom I'm comin' home to you...