Too Old To Cut The Mustard
Marlene Dietrich and Rosemary Clooney (1952)
Submitted by Ralph
Both:
Too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
He’s gettin’ too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
Marlene:
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
Both:
Too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
He’s gettin’ too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
Rosemary:
A gent I know with a big sedan
Swore he was an army man
But he got dressed up, fit to kill
In the uniform he wore at the Bunker Hill
Both:
Too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
He’s gettin’ too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
Marlene:
I entertained an actor I know
The moon was high and the lights were low
He said I’d like to play the scene
But it’s time to drink my Ovaltine
Both:
Too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
He’s gettin’ too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
Rosemary:
It seems that every man you meet
Wants to sweep you off his feet
Marlene:
But gals, before you do submit
Make him show his birth certificate
Both:
Too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
He’s gettin’ too old, too old
He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
This may surprise you but I’m only 32 and I know that song.
I really enjoy classic country and I’m sure I’ve heard this song on a classic country channel. It might not have been by the same singers but I know the song.
Here’s a great one:
From somewhere outside, I hear a
Street vendor cry “filet gumbo”
From my window I see him, going
Down the street and he don’t know
That we fell right to sleep
In the damp tangled sheets so soon
After love in the hot afternoon
Now the bourbon street lady,
sleeps like a baby in the shadows
(in the shadows)
She was new to me, full of mystery,
But now I know (but know I know)
That she’s just a girl,
And I’m just a guy, in a room
For love in the hot afternoon
We got high in the park,
This morning and we sat, without talkin’
Then she came back here,
In the heat of the day, tired of walkin’
Where under her breath,
She hummed to herself a tune
Of Love in the hot afternoon