I think my man is getting old The Moon she is shining through the trees The temperature is up to a hundred degrees 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 Guaranteed to put any man in a trance I tried it on my husband and finally He took me in his arms and said to me Baby, 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 I think my man is getting old