Mad

D A D D A D I got about-a half high so I spent the whole weekend out D A D I got home Monday morning, tore up like a can of kraut G D My only suit was layin' on the steps D A D D7 I just picked it up and run and I ain't been back there since G7 D Well, mad, yeah she's mad D A It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had G7 D When she's mad, I play a dangerous game D A D In the obituary column, they've already printed my name D A D She's five feet three and weighs about hundred and eight D A D D7 She's the kind of gal who don't believe in men a-makin' mistakes G D She's sweet and mighty nice D A D D7 But when she's mad, she's got a voice that'll cut through ice G7 D Well, mad, ooh she's mad D A It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had G7 D When she's mad, I play a dangerous game D A D In the obituary column, they've already printed my name D A D She's got eyes like a cat and she watches every move that I make D A D An alarm clock mind that's ringin' every time I'm late G7 D I'm sorry, sick and all alone D A D D7 But I'll have to stick it out, cause it just ain't safe to go home G7 D Well, mad, ooh she's mad D A It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had G7 D When she's mad, I play a dangerous game D A D In the obituary column, they've already printed my name D A D In the obituary column, they've already printed my name D A D In the obituary column, they've already printed my name