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PRUNE SONG, THE (Frank Crumit / Harry De Costa) Frank Crumit - 1928 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 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 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 (Instrumental Break) Baby prunes look like their dad, but not wrinkled quite as bad (Instrumental Break) Every day, in every way, the world is getting better We've even learned to fly, and days go passing by But what about the poor old prune, his life is only wetter No wonder he can't grin in the awful stew he's in 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 Nothing every 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 kind a prune may be, it has a heart of stone ALTERNATE RECORDING: 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 Nothing every worries them, their life's an open book But no matter how young a prune may be, it has a worried look Oh, 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 Lah-dah-dah-dah-dah, lah-dah-dah-dah-dah Nowadays, in every way, the world is getting better We've even learned to fly, days go passing by But what about the poor old prune, his life is only wetter No wonder he can't grin in the awful stew he's in Oh, no matter how young a prune may be, he's always full of wrinkles Now, we may get 'em here and there, but prunies get 'em everywhere Babies fret until they hear a mother's lullaby But no matter how young a prune may be, you'll never hear it cry Oh, no matter how young a prune may be, he's always full of wrinkles Old maids get 'em on their face, prunes get 'em every place Peaches and bananas have that skin you love to touch But no matter how young a prune may be, it don't amount to much No matter how young a prune may be, he's always full of wrinkle Baby prunes look like their dad, but not wrinkled quite as bad 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 (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - October 2002)

    


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