I had lots of hair, I could get around
Since I'm old and I'm getting grey,
people all look at me and say,
Too old, too old, he's too old
to cut the mustard anymore.
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
I used to cut junk just like a deer
But now I need a new landing gear
I used to cut junk, picket fence
But now I'm lucky if I jump an inch
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
but the mustard ain't more
One time I kissed the millionaire
Ran my fingers through his hair
But the whole thing turned
None of his hair belonged to him
Too old, too old, he's too old
to cut the mustard anymore
When I was young I had a automobile
I'd scoot myself right un der that wheel
Had to fight the gals over with a stick
But now they say, oh it makes me sick
the mustard ain't any more,
the mustard ain't any more.