Slade In The Dog House

All them days of my youth were mis-spent

We were running riot, fooling 'round wherever we went

Everybody gone mad - Everybody gone mad

Plenty good lovin' hanging out on the town

Woe betide you if your lady caught you with your pants down

There'd be trouble all night - There'd be trouble all right

We got by without any money - You never shut your big mouth

Got all kicked out in a hurry - Out in the dog house

In The Dog House

Beautiful, well, you know I'm a liar

Don't look at the mantlepiece when you're poking at the fire

What your mama don't know - Won't hurt her, no no

All them days of my youth with no sense

We'd be writing words of wisdom on the wall in the gents

Dirty little rhymes from some dirty little minds

We got by without any money - You never shut your big mouth

Got all kicked out in a hurry - Out in the dog house

In The Dog House

We were flat broke skint in the local coffee bar

Singing to the juke with a broken down guitar

Everybody going mad - Everybody going mad

Nowhere to go in the middle of the week

Smoke a little, joke a little, use a bit of cheek

There'd be trouble all night - There'd be trouble all right

In The Dog House