| It was our 25th anniversary |
| And I was watchin' the Super Bowl |
| When suddenly she started cursin' me |
| Hell I almost dropped my remote control |
| And she said that’s that |
| And grabbed her hat |
| And headed out into the snow |
| And that was almost two long years ago |
| Now see her shufflin' down the street |
| Combat boots on her dainty feet |
| Pushin' her belongings |
| In a cart from the A&P |
| See her bummin' cigarettes |
| On the sidewalk where she sits |
| Lord she’d rather be homeless |
| Than here at home with me |
| She’d rather be sleepin' in some doorway |
| Than lollin' in the lap of luxury |
| And when the cold wind starts to blow |
| Lord it hurts me so |
| To know she’d rather be homeless |
| Than here at home with me |
| She said all my friends were dumb |
| And she called me yuppie scum |
| She said she didn’t give a damn |
| 'Bout my BMW, or my AT&T |
| She said I could take these credit cards of mine |
| And stick 'em where the sun don’t shine |
| 'Cause she’d rather be homeless |
| Than here at home with me |
| I see her sittin' on her full length mink |
| And as I walk by she winks |
| Sayin' spare some change for a lady |
| A lady who’s finally free |
| She don’t want my bonds and stocks |
| Livin' in her cardboard box |
| Oh she’d rather be homeless |
| Than here at home with me |
| She’d rather eat soup down at the shelter |
| Than at the country club sippin' fine Chablis |
| And as I throw her a dime |
| Lord it breaks this heart of mine |
| To know she’d rather be homeless |
| Than here at home with me |
| Yeah she’d rather be homeless |
| Than here at home with me |