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 Yee-haw! Cause I live at home in a trailer Mom, I'm comin' home to you
Break it down.
Well, my name is Jimmy His name's Greg Buehl Me, him and you We went to the same school This ain't cool I'm in a rage He's tappin' 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 The 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
'Cause I live at home in a trailer Mom, I'm comin' home to you