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)
