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 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 practise 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 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...



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...

In the obituary column they've already printed my name

In the obituary column they've already printed my name