Mad
Dudley Dave Lyrics
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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
The lyrics of Dudley Dave's song "Mad" express the fear and anxiety that comes with being in trouble with a loved one. The song seems to be narrated by a man who has wronged his girlfriend or wife and is now facing the consequences of his actions. He describes spending the whole weekend out and coming home on Monday morning, only to be confronted by his angry partner. He is scared of her temper and describes her as sweet and nice when she's not mad, but with a voice that can "cut through ice" when she is. He feels like he is playing a dangerous game when she is mad, and that his name has already been printed in the obituary column.
The singer seems to be stuck in a difficult situation, unable to leave because it's not safe to go home. He is sorry and sick, but he'll have to "stick it out." This suggests that he knows he's in the wrong but is still afraid of the consequences of his actions. The lyrics create a sense of tension and unease that is compounded by the repetition of the line "Well mad ooh she's mad, it's back to the doghouse," implying that this is a pattern in their relationship that he is all too familiar with.
Overall, the song "Mad" is a cautionary tale about the dangers of provoking the wrath of a loved one. It's a reminder that actions have consequences and that we must all be careful not to take the people in our lives for granted.
Line by Line Meaning
I got about half high
I was moderately intoxicated
So I spent the whole weekend out
To avoid facing the consequences of my actions, I stayed out all weekend
I got home Monday morning
I returned home on Monday morning
Tore up like a can of kraut
I was a complete mess and disheveled
My only suit was layin' on the steps
My only formal clothing was placed on the steps
I just picked it up and run
I hastily grabbed it and left
And I ain't been back there since
I have avoided returning to that place since then
Well mad yeah she's mad
She is very angry with me
It's back to the doghouse
I will face her wrath and be in trouble again
I know from the practice I've had
I am familiar with her anger and how to handle it
When she's mad, I play a dangerous game
I walk a very thin line when dealing with her anger
In the obituary column
The section of the newspaper containing death notices
They've already printed my name
They have predicted my demise as a result of her anger
She's five feet three
She is a petite woman
And weighs about a hundred and eight
Her weight is approximately 108 pounds
She's the kind of gal don't believe
She is skeptical of men and their ability to avoid error
In men a makin' mistakes
She does not trust men to not make mistakes in their actions
She's sweet and mighty nice
She is very kind and pleasant
But when she's mad
But when angered
She's got a voice that'll cut through ice
Her voice is sharp and capable of terrible things when angry
She's got eyes like a cat
Her eyes are observant and have a piercing quality
And she watches every move that I make
She is closely monitoring my actions
An alarm clock mind
Her mind functions like an alerting device
That's ringin' every time that I'm late
She takes note and remembers every instance of my tardiness
I'm sorry, sick, and all alone
I feel regret, unwell, and isolated
But I'll have to stick it out
I will need to persevere through this tough situation
'Cause it just ain't safe to go home
It is not safe for me to return home
In the obituary column
The section of the newspaper containing death notices
They've already printed my name
They have predicted my demise as a result of her anger
In the obituary column
The section of the newspaper containing death notices
They've already printed my name
They have predicted my demise as a result of her anger
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TOM T. HALL
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An early Tom T. Hall song!