Too old, too old, he's too old   To cut the mustard anymore.      Well, when I was young I had a lotta pep   I could get around I didn't need no help   But since I'm old and a gettin' gray   the people all look at me and say.      Too old, too old, he's too old   To cut the mustard anymore   Buddy's gettin' too old, Buck's done got too old   He's too old to cut the mustard anymore.      I used to could, jump just like a deer   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.      Too old, too old, he's too old   To cut the mustard anymore   Buddy's gettin' too old, Buck's done got too old   He's too old to cut the mustard anymore.      --- Instrumental ---      Well, when I was young I had an automobile   Scoot myself right under the wheel   I had to fight the gals off with a stick   But now they say he makes me sick.      Too old, too old, he's too old   To cut the mustard anymore   Buddy's gettin' too old, Buck's done got too old   He's too old to cut the mustard anymore.      Buck's too old, to cut the mustard anymore...