Lyrics Old New Borrowed and Blue - Eleanor McEvoy

Old New Borrowed and Blue

They were married by a bishop
With a blessing from the pope
In a little country church
Filled with honeysuckle hope
Twenty years later
Finally divorced
By a third-rate judge
In a dark suburban court
Old, new, borrowed and blue
Your vow is a waste of breath
Old, new, borrowed and blue
'I do’s until death
And even if it turns out to be true
This whole damn thing’s a waste of me and you
We’ll be old and blue
He met her at a party
In a cloud of beer and smoke
In a lousy little town
Full of ecstasy and coke
Twenty years later
They merrily passed on
In an ancient Astra
That hit the curves full on
Old, new, borrowed and blue
Your ring is a waste of cash
Old, new, borrowed and blue
The shine will never last
And even if it turns out to be free
This whole damn thing’s a waste of you and me
Old and blue are we
I’m not saying that it’s wrong
But maybe forever is just a bit too long
Old, new, borrowed and blue
Your vow is a waste of breath
Old, new, borrowed and blue
'I do’s until death
And even if it turns out to be true
This whole damn thing’s a waste of me and you
We’ll be old and…
Old, new, borrowed and blue
Your ring is a waste of cash
Old, new, borrowed and blue
The shine will never last
And even if it turns out to be free
This whole damn thing’s a waste of you and me
Old and blue are we