No Wood in my Sack Lyrics

Mable my lover you are so hot, that's a fact

You want me to light your fire and do this and that

You sent me to the store to get wood by the pack

When I returned home there was no wood in my sack

No wood in my sack! That's not a confirmed fact

I reached in with my hand to verify that

I was so disappointed to find lots of slack

Mable I'm sorry, there's no wood in my sack

Mable my lover you have hair on your back

It's lovely and long and thick, things like that

You have two good points, but your hard to look at

Mable my lover, there's no wood in my sack

Jack Sad my lover you confuse the facts

Both you and your words just roll off my back

You talk about me but you're the one who lacks

Go on with yourself, no wood in my sack

Blame it on my age or the length of my rack

Blame it on the munchies that made me get fat

I guess Mable and I need to face the sad fact

We're getting too old to put wood in the sack