I got about-a half high so I spent the whole weekend out
I got home Monday morning, tore up like a can of kraut
My only suit was layin' on the steps
I just picked it up and run and I ain't been back there since
Well, mad, yeah she's mad
It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had
When she's mad, I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column, they've already printed my name
She's five feet three and weighs about hundred and eight
She's the kind of gal who don't believe in men a-makin' mistakes
She's sweet and mighty nice
But when she's mad, she's got a voice that'll cut through ice
Well, mad, ooh she's mad
It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had
When she's mad, I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column, they've already printed my name
She's got eyes like a cat and she watches every move that I make
An alarm clock mind that's ringin' every time I'm late
I'm sorry, sick and all alone
But I'll have to stick it out, cause it just ain't safe to go home
Well, mad, ooh she's mad
It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had
When she's mad, I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column, they've already printed my name
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In the obituary column, they've already printed my name
In the obituary column, they've already printed my name