Lyrics:

The mans in the moon, the cats in the cradle and im 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 shes on me like old cheap suit im in the a dog house
The dogs eating good and he dont care
Im 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 it was mans best friend had it all wrong

When 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 fetcha stick

I can't stay here scratching fleas and ticks in the a dog house

Chorus

I can tell the 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 the wife are getting mighty thick d looking thru the window just makes me sick

This old dog better learn a new trick im in the a dog house

The mans in the moon, the cats in the cradle and d im in the dog house

It never would have happened if my best friend wasn't such a loud mouth

She's heard things that she don't like about my nights out

Now shes on me like old cheap suit im in the a dog house