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 rep for mo-town  Cuz i'm back in the 810 now    Cos i live at home in a trailer  Mom i'm coming home to you    these lyrics are last corrected by amb