Dave Dudley
Miscellaneous
Mad (1964)
I got about a-half high so I spent the whole weekend out
I got home a-Monday morning tore up like a can of crout
My only suit was a-laying on the steps
I just picked it up and run and I ain’t been back there since
Well mad, yes 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 kind of gal don’t believe in men making mistakes
She’s sweet and mighty nice
But when she’s mad she’s got a voice that will 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 goes 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
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

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