| Too old, too old, he’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
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| He’s getting' too old, he’s done, got too old
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| He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
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| When I was young, I had a lotta pep
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| I could get around, didn’t need no help
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| But now you’re old and a gettin' gray
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| The people all look at you and say
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| Too old, too old, he’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
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| He’s getting' too old, he’s done, got too old
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| He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
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| I used to, could jump just like a deer
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| But now you need a new landing gear
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| I used to, could jump a picket fence
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| But now you’re lucky if you jump an inch
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| Too old, too old, he’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
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| He’s getting' too old, he’s done, got too old
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| He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
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| When I was young I had an automobile
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| Now they push you around in a chair with wheels
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| I had to fight the gals off with a stick
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| But now they say he makes me sick
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| Too old, too old, he’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
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| He’s getting' too old, he’s done, got too old
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| He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
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| When I was young and in my prime
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| The gals all used to stand in line
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| But now they go the other way
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| And as they leave I hear them say
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| Too old, too old, he’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
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| He’s getting' too old, he’s done, got too old
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| He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore
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| He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore |