Back in the Doghouse on Christmas

I got into the spirit of Christmas

Filled up on eggnog and mulled wine too

I stayed out too late, now my wife is irate

And my white Christmas is turning blue

Well I’m back in the doghouse on Christmas

There ain’t no room in the inn

I’ll make my bed in the hay on this lonesome holiday

I’m back in the doghouse again

She asked me to pick up some sugar

For the cookies she bakes every year

And I said “When I’m done watching this thing,” oh, she took off her ring

Now I'm crying those yuletide tears

Well I’m back in the doghouse on Christmas

Yeah, there ain’t no room in the inn

I’ll make my bed in the hay on this lonesome holiday

I’m back in the doghouse again

Thought I was back in the saddle

Instead I'm out with the cattle

My boots crunching the gravel

‘Cause she made me skedaddle

Well I'll win her back with a gift

I saw the perfect one back in October

So I set out on Christmas Eve for this popular thing

And every store had been picked over

Now I’m back in the doghouse on Christmas

Yeah, there ain’t no room in the inn

I’ll make my bed in the hay on this lonesome holiday

I’m back in the doghouse again

She says "There's no room in the inn,

Sleep in your stable of sin

'Cause you're back in the dog house again"