Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad, artist - Dave Dudley. Date of issue: 19.11.2019
Song language: English
Mad |
| 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 |