Well Jimmy moved in with his mother Cuz 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

Cuz you live at home in a trailer What the hell you gonna do?

Cuz I live at home in a trailer Mom I'm coming home to you

Well my names Jimmy, and his name's Greg Buel And me him and you went to the same school This ain't cool, I'm in a rage He tapping my mom, 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 shelter! And I can't even say I'm from Motown Cause I'm back in the 8-1-0 now

Cuz I live at home in a trailer Mom I'm coming home to you