| When I was young I had lots of pep,
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| I could get around I didn’t need no help.
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| But since I’m old and a-gettin' gray,
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| The people look at me and say…
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| Too old, too old,
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| He’s too old to cut the mustard anymore.
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| He’s a-gettin' 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 I need a new landing gear.
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| I used to could jump a picket fence,
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| But now I’m lucky if I jump an inch.
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| Because I’m…
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| When I was young I had an automobile,
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| I’d scoot myself right under that wheel.
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| I had to fight the gals off with a stick,
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| But now they say, «Oh, he makes me sick,
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| Because he’s…» |