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 Beaule Me an' him an' 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 stay in a motel Cuz i'm back on the 8-mile road now
Cos i live at home in a trailer Mom i'm coming home to you