I got about a half a high, so I spent the whole weekend out
I came home Monday morning, tore up like a can of kraut
My only suit was laying on steps
I picked it up and run, and I ain't been back home since
Mad, yeah, she's mad
It's back to the doghouse and old from the practice I've had
Oh, and she's mad
I play a dangerous game
And the obituary column have already printed my name
She's five foot three and weighs about a hundred and eight
She's five foot three and weighs about a hundred and eight
She's the kind of gal don't believe in men are making mistakes
She's sweet and mighty nice
But when she's mad, she's got a voice that'll cut through ice
Mad, yeah, she's mad
It's back to the doghouse and old from the practice I've had
Oh, and she's mad
I play a dangerous game
And the obituary column have already printed my name
She's got eyes like a cat and she watches every move that I make
And an alarm clock mine that goes a-ringing every time I'm late
I'm sorry, sitting all alone
But I'll have to stick it out cause it just ain't safe to go home
Mad, yeah, she's mad
It's back to the doghouse and old from the practice I've had
Oh, and she's mad
I play a dangerous game
And the obituary column have already printed my name
And the obituary column have already printed my name
And the obituary column have already printed my name