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 LAID 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
A HUNDRED AND EIGHT
SHE'S THE KINDA GAL
DON'T BELIEVE IN MEN
'A MAKING MISTAKES
SHE'S SWEET
AND MIGHTY NICE
BUT WHEN SHE'S MAD
SHE'S GOT A VOICE
THAT'LL CUT THROUGH
ICE
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 GOES 'A RINGING
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
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
THE OBITUARY COLUMN
THEY'VE ALREADY
PRINTED MY NAME
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