No Wood in my Sack

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