Put More Wood on the Fire versuri

Versuri Eartha Kitt – Put More Wood on the Fire lyrics

I think my man is getting old!

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh…)

The moon she is shining-a through the trees-a,
The temperature is up to 100 degrees-a!
My husband complains that he’s feeling cold…
I think my man is getting old!

All he says is, “Put more wood on the fire, girl.
Put more wood on the fire, girl.
Oh, put more wood on the fire, girl.”
I think my man is getting old.

(Close the window; he is so cold, so cold!
Close the window; he is cold!)

I bought him some pills for his energy,
To fill him full of life and vitality.
But all of those vitamins you can keep.
He ate them all and went to sleep!

All he says is, “Put more wood on the fire, girl.
Put more wood on the fire, girl.
Put more wood on the fire, girl.”
I think my man is getting old.

(Close the window; he is so cold, so cold!
Close the window; he is cold!)

I sent for some perfume from Paris, France-a,
Guaranteed to put any many in a trance-a.
I tried it on my husband, and-a finally…
He took me in his arms and said to me,

“Baby, put more wood on the fire, oh! (…girl)
Put more wood on the fire, girl.
Put more wood on the fire, girl.”
I think my man is getting old.

I think my man is getting old!