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
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
(Hey, you're really crazy... You know that?) I thought that I was calling up my…
I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…