I Live With My Mother

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



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Writer(s): John Gambino
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