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 trailor What the hell you gonna do? Yee Haw 'Cuz I live at home in a trailor Mom I'm coming home for you Break it down Well my name is Jimmy His name is Greg Beau Me him and you we went to the same school This ain't cool I'm in a race 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 This sh** wont even get me to the shelter 'Cuz You live at home in a trailor What the hell you gonna do? 'Cuz I live at home in a trailor Mom I'm coming home for you