Doghouse from Domestic Blues by Craig Lithgow

One evening I was drinking before I went back home
My intentions they were pure I thought as I stumbled down the road
I had one or two too many, maybe, I can't remember how
I'm in the doghouse now

I remember drifting softly to a slumber in my seat
I felt the sharp sensation of a hand across my cheek
What's the fuss I mumbled as I slowly came around
She says boy you're in the doghouse now

I was in and out the boozers with the people of the night
Some bourgeoisie-type knucklehead was trying to say what's right
I won't say how it ended, but it weren't particularly nice
And now I'm in the doghouse alright

Coming home from work one night I stopped in for a pint
I knew the risk I was running but I thought I'd be alright
I crept in, man, I swear I was as quiet as a mouse
And she screams boy, you're in the doghouse now

And those fleeting moments in the passing when I don't talk to you
I know I hardly notice but I know you certainly do
So why, she says, are you treating my emotions like a toy
She says eugh, you're in the doghouse boy

• Acoustic
• Pop
• singer-songwriter
• Edinburgh