The Prune Song Lyrics
The Prune Song - Frank Crumit
Tom stacks
Tom stacks
Nowadays we often gaze
On the 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 them 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
For no matter how young a prune may be
He'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 them swell
Nowadays in every way
The world is getting better
We be 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 no matter how young a prune may be
He's always full of wrinkles
Now we may get them here and there
But pruneies get them 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
It's always full of wrinkles
We may get them on our 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
It's always full of wrinkles
Baby prunes look like their Dad
But not wrinklrd 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