Lyrics John Conlee – Doghouse

The man’s in the moon and the cat’s in the cradle and I’m in the dog house
It never would have happened if my best friend wasn’t such a a loud mouth
She’s heard things that she don’t like about my nights out
Now she’s on me like old cheap suit, I’m in the a dog house

Well, the dogs eating good and he don’t care
And I’m chewing bones in the cold night air
The whole things seems just a little unfair
There he sits in my favorite chair

Who ever said they was man’s best friend had it all wrong
If she finds out you’ve been running with the pack you’ll be dog-gone
She says she’s got a bone to pick, should I sit up and beg, should I fetch a stick
I can’t stay here scratching fleas and ticks in the a dog house

Well, the dogs eating good and he don’t care
And I’m chewing bones in the cold night air
The whole things seems just a little unfair
There he sits in my favorite chair

I can tell matters are getting real bad, I bit the mailman
I’ve been chasing cars up and down the street instead of a women
The dog and my wife are getting mighty thick, looking through the window just makes me sick
This ol’ dog better learn a new trick, I’m in the a dog house

Well, the dogs eating good and he don’t care
And I’m chewing bones in the cold night air
The whole things seems just a little unfair
There he sits in my favorite chair

The man’s in the moon and the cat’s in the cradle and I’m in the dog house
It never would have happened if my best friend wasn’t such a a loud mouth
She’s heard things that she don’t like about my nights out
Now she’s on me like old cheap suit, I’m in the a dog house