From the recording Merry Little Thing
Lyrics
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 most 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"