 |
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 aint been back there since Well mad, yes shes mad Its back to the doghouse I know from the practice Ive had When shes mad I play a dangerous game In the obituary column theyve already printed my name Shes five feet three and weighs about a hundred and eight Shes the kind of gal dont believe in men making mistakes Shes sweet and mighty nice But when shes mad shes got a voice that will cut through ice Well mad, ooh shes mad Its back to the doghouse I know from the practice Ive had When shes mad I play a dangerous game In the obituary column theyve already printed my name Shes got eyes like a cat and she watches every move that I make An alarm clock mind that goes ringing every time Im late Im sorry sick and all alone But Ill have to stick it out cause it just aint safe to go home Well mad, ooh shes mad Its back to the doghouse I know from the practice Ive had When shes mad I play a dangerous game In the obituary column theyve already printed my name In the obituary column theyve already printed my name |
Videos
|
Add
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Copyright © 2007-2009 LyricWorld.com, LoiNhac.com
© 2009 lyricworld.com, loinhac.com are two of a family of companies in the LmVN Group.