Mad Songtext
von Dave Dudley

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 here since

Well mad yeah she′s mad
It's back to the dog house 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 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 oh she′s mad
It′s back to the dog house 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
And alarm clock mind that goes ringin' 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 oh she′s mad
It's back to the dog house 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
In the obituary column they've already printed my name