Put another log on the fire

Hubster was rocking back and forth in his chair.
He had shimmied forward so his bum was on the edge and had his hands palm down on the arms.
In other words he was in his just about to launch position.
But he looked liked he wasn't able to get vertical (this is a common problem of his). And usually he avoids getting vertical if he can get girlchild or boychild to fetch n' carry for him.
If that fails he'll try me and if that fails he will stand up and do what ever with the maximum amount of grumbling he can get away with.
So last night fearing he had actually some injury that was preventing him rising I asked 'Is something wrong?'
He replied in sing song 'Put another log on the fire dah de dah de dah de dum '
'Don't you know that song?' he asks.
He looks at me then like I am putting up a front and that quizzical confused look on my face is false.
Full sure he was making it up I said ' No. Who're you trying to kid?'
Then he added another line 'boil me up another cup of tea'.
Now I was definite he was making it up but no he insisted it was a song and he wasn't making it up.
Boychild was dispatched to Youtube to prove he wasn't telling big fat fibs.
Suddenly the room filled with honky-tonk (or a version of it).
Hubster started to dance in a very kind of 'I broke my back falling off a horse but I can still walk kind of way.
A bit jerky and not at all slick. But he knew his audience.
Girlchild was on the couch watching her father in stunned amazement and trying not to fall off the couch she was laughing so hard.
All told we had a good laugh and he did eventually get the firewood himself.
Score Mom!

Here are the lyrics.

From the Outlaws

Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
Don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
Ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet 'cos I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.

So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
Go out to the car and lift it up and change the tyre.
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe,
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe,
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.