[ Featuring Marlene Dietrich ]
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
