Rosemary Clooney and Marlene Dietrich - Too Old to Cut the Mustard

Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore

Once, I kissed a millionaire
Ran my fingers through his hair
The whole thing turned out pretty grim
'Cause none of his hair belonged to him

Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
(He's getting) too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore

Oh, you ain't gotta know where the big seat ends
Swore he was an Army Man
And he got dressed up fit to kill
In the uniform he wore at the Bunker Hill

Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
(He's getting) too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore

I entertained a necktie I know
The mood was high and the lights were low
He said "it's time to play the scene"
"But it's time to drink my Ovaltine"

Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
(He's getting) too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore

It seems that every man you meet
Wants to sweep you off his feet
Gals, before you do submit
Make him show his birth certificate

Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
(He's getting) too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore

Written by:
William Carlisle

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