Put another log on the fire.
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Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
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And go out to the car and change the tire.
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Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
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Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
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And then go fetch my slippers.
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And boil me up another pot of tea.
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Then put another log on the fire, babe,
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And come and tell me why you're leaving me.
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Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
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Don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
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Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
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Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
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Ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
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Don't I take her driving every night?
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So, sit here at my feet 'cos I like you when you're sweet,
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And you know it ain't feminine to fight.
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So, put another log on the fire.
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Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
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Go out to the car and lift it up and change the tire.
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Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
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Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
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And then go fetch my slippers.
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And boil me up another pot of tea.
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Then put another log on the fire, babe,
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And come and tell me why you're leaving me.
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Put Another Log on the Fire
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Tompall Glaser |