Too Old to Cut the Mustard

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