A poor guy that man john thomas

His woman truly was a devil

She wasn't all that honest

She tore him down on every level.

You're a no, good, lazy mother fucker

Got a, shit job you worthless mother fucker

You're a, a dead beat, feel sorry for your mother

If I had time, I'd trade you for another.

He don't like that

He wasn't like that

He wants to go back home.

He tried so hard to please her

He sold his soul to keep her happy

But nothin he did impressed her

She always left him feelin' shady.

This is it, no, this can't be all you bought me

I'm high class, and this is what you brought me

Gonna, strike low just like my momma taught me

You're a low life, you're lucky that you got me.

He don't like that

He wasn't like that

He wants to go back home.

Down deep, way down inside him

The will to leave was growing stronger

And he bit his tongue for so long

He couldn't hold back any longer.

You're a two, faced ruthless instigator

You're a low jack, shapely masquerader

You're a cold bitch, controlling conservator

This is two much, I'm out I'll see ya later.

She don't like that

But she got it like that

No she don't like that

But he's right back on track

He got to go back home.