****LYRICS****
Man I’m livin’ like a hobo,
This house is just a rummage heap
It’s covered I mothballs,
But somehow smells like cat pee
My roof is just a blue tarp
A roach just tried to fight me
Don’ even go inside
If ya scared of getting musty
No TP in the bathroom,
I had to use a Pringles can
Sleep out in the front yard
On a back out a chevy van
My porch look like a yard sale,
TV Guides from ’94
I paid good money for them
What would I through them away for?
Stuck up in my front door.
Last week I swear I could fit
Fell smack dab through the floor,
man, It’s dryrotteded
Snake popped out the sink,
and I nearly was bit
Moved in and out and back in a again
Since mama was sick
You know, I had to learn her system,
But by now I’m a wiz
Here’s the path for you to walkthrough,
There’s the chair where I sit
It ain’t too bad to live here
I mean it is what it is
Only problem is the power
Cause when winter time hits
And I’m like «Whoa, man, my feet so dad gum cold”
Feelin’ like an Eskimo
I got frost bite on my toes
My mama went a month ago
She said «Willie take care my home.»
And I can’t never tell her no
Man I’m live like a hobo
My mama’s house just trashy
Can’t never have no comp-ny
Without them callin’ A&E
Keep it just like she left it
I even kept the cat poo
«Why don’t you just clean it?»
Well she told me not to
I can’t get to the bathroom
Cause diapers mama left used
Ain’t got no running water
So I use the bath the birds do
The roof done have we fell-in
Black mold out the wazoo
That roach won’t let me back inside, so
I’m out here on the front stoop
Okedokie here’s my bedroom
Must look a little crazy
It usta b-long to mama
See, there’s her Beanie Babies
Great Aunt Martha’s hanky
Cousin Marshall’s blanky
Pulled um out the trash
Figured ain’t no need to axe
Got some cans of that old school Pepsi flavor «Wild Bunch»
Prolly ain’t work much. Gottem from the county dump
Getchu a whiff, I found a pack of pork chops
Behind the dumpster at the bait shop
We just getting by
Best that we know how to
Some say I’m a pack rat
Livin’ like a bum do
Look at where I’m from
Still my mama’s son
This been comin’ for a while
Grew up in this very pile
Keepin’ everything
Classwork from grade school
From my VBS-s, macaroni necklace
Woman just couldn’t throw it out
Stacked to the roof, there ain’t no room to move
Man I’m livin like a hobo
And I mean full on homeless
Ain’t really got no options
Old DFACs they be frocious
The county came out Mondee,
Only gave me two weeks
Called up my brother Seth he
Showed up with Mr. Clean
Willie Imma rent a backhoe
Plow right through this trash pile
Bring the neighbors over,
We gonna have a bonfire
Yo roof is on the flo now,
All them pipes is rusted
Best stay yo tail outside cause
Them roach grenades dun busted!
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