I'm past my prime What a shame And I'm losing time Guess the old clock's run down Seventeen last spring My, what a wasted life Still without a ring When will you be a wife
I'm past my peak You're an early antique look at this physique Just hear the old bones creak Where there was a glow There ain't a glow no more Now the wrinkles show Where art Thou Romeo
Who'd think of marryin' an octogenerian Oh, me,oh,my Eighty-seven year old hag When you's in this position you'll lose your disposition Oh,me,oh,my All the time it's nag, nag, nag
Lifes like a song And the happiest thing When you're young and strong Most every day is spring But it's just a crime You can't get off the dime When you're past your prime
You's past your prime Gettin grumpy and grey You's on over time Ain't makin take-home pay Every sun that sets All through the day I frets Brings ya more regrets And larger silhouettes You's climb the heights I is over the hill Of romantic nights My hand has lost it's skill Comes the cruel dawn I's feelin' pale and drawn Lover boy has gone Dog gone!
I ask you who's elated when you's Methusilated Oh, me,oh,my When you is antiquated ors/and dejectaquated Oh,me,oh,my They'd prefer you in the round Life's just like pie Huckleberry or peach? When you're young and spry Heaven's within your reach But it's just a crime How can it be sublime When you're past your prime ? When you're past your prime ? When you're past your prime ?