Mad

                                  I got about 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 weights about hundred and eight

She's the kind of gal 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 that 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



In the obituary column

They've already printed my name

In the obituary column

They've already printed my name