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

Buss it, buss it, '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 comin' home to you

Uh, break it down, uh

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 (ha ha) 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 810 now

'Cause I live at home in a trailer Mom, I'm comin' home to you