Mama says, "Son you're a slob"
"Jesus Christ, just get a job"
I help out, laundry and things
Pull out couch, spine against springs
I live with my mother
I live with my mother
I live with my mother
I live with my mother
Mama says, "When will you wed?"
Mama stop hogging the bed
Cook and clean, chore after chore
Sleeping bag, dirt basement floor
I live with my mother
I live with my mother
I live with my mother
I live with my mother
But it's quite nice not paying rent
Paper bag, jar of rubber cement
I live with my mother