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Mad - Dave Dudley

Written by：Earl Greene/Carl Montgomery

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

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

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

In the obituary column

They've already printed my name