Mad Lyrics - Singles - Harpers Bizarre

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 

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'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 

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