We use cookies to customize content and advertising, to provide social media features, and to analyze traffic to our site. We also share information about your use of our site with our trusted social media, advertising and analytics partners. Read more.
  •    
  •    
  •    

    Frank Crumit / Lyrics

    Playlist 0 Rate 0 Like & Share Print Email Play

    "The Song of the Prune" Lyrics

    Frank Crumit

    Album:
    Genre:
    Duration:00:00:00
    Rank: (−) history »
    Rate:
    −/5 from 0 users
    Charts: view all »
    Referring urls:view all »

    Video

    Lyrics

    La-la-la-la
    La-la-la-la
    Nowadays we often gaze
    On women over fifty
    Without the slightest trace
    Of wrinkles on their face
    Doctors go and take their dough
    To make them young and nifty
    But Doctors I defy
    To tell me just why
    No matter how young a prune may be
    It's always full of wrinkles
    We may get them on our face
    Prunes get 'em every place
    Prohibition worries us
    But prunes don't sit and brood
    For no matter how young a prune may be
    It's always getting stewed

    In the kingdom of the fruits
    The prune is snubbed by others
    And they are not allowed
    To mingle with the crowd
    Though they're never on display
    With all their highbrow brothers
    They never seem to mind
    To this fact they're resigned
    That no matter how young a prune may be
    It's always full of wrinkles
    Beauty treatments always fail
    They've tried all to no avail
    Other fruits are envious
    Because they know real well
    That no matter how young a prune may be
    Hot water makes 'em swell

    Baby prunes look like their dad
    But not wrinkled quite as bad

    Every day in every way
    The world is getting better
    We've even learned to fly
    As days go passing by
    But how about the poor old prune
    His life is only wetter
    No wonder he can't win
    In the awful stew he's in
    No matter how young a prune may be
    He's always full of wrinkles
    We may get them on our face
    Prunes get 'em every place
    Nothing ever worries them
    Their life's an open book
    But no matter how young a prune may be
    It has a worried look

    Prunes act very kind they say
    When sickly people moan
    But no matter how young a prune may be
    It has a heart of stone
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © JERRY VOGEL MUSIC CO. INC.
    Written by Frank Crumit.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Songs you may also like

    Contributors

    leaderboard activity

    Comments

    Facebook (0) LetsSingIt (0)