Doghouse Blues

Life has started gettin’ me down,
Feel those bad times comin’ around
Got to work a little late today
Boss said “Son, I gotta dock your pay”
Go back home tell the wife “I’m tired
And I hit the foreman, I got fired”
Now I’ll be in the doghouse
‘Till a week of Tuesdays gone

     Wake up dog, move over
     Lord knows that I’m blue
     My life sure got crowded
     Since I moved in here with you

Out all night, guess I didn’t call home
Got so drunk I couldn’t work the phone
Seems I stole my best friend’s car
And drove it half way though my mother-in-law’s yard
She got mad there was hell to pay
She beat me up, I had to crawl away
Now I’ll be in the doghouse
‘Till a week of Tuesdays gone

Went to the bar with some good old boys
Watchin’ those dollies shake their toys
I asked the name of this cute little number
Said, “Hi, I’m Bruce”, kinda makes you wonder
Doctor say can I be saved
And if I’m not blue, will I be gay?
Will I be in the doghouse
‘Till a week of Tuesdays gone?