I'm Past My Prime (From "Li'l Abner")

I'm past my prime
What a shame

And I'm losing time
Yes, the old clock's run down
Seventeen last spring
My, what a wasted life
Still without a ring

When will you be a wife?
I'm past my peak
You're an early antique
Look at this physique
Just hear the old bones creak
Where there was a glow
There ain't a glow no more

Now the wrinkles show
Where are the Romeos?
Who'd think of marrying
An old mind?
An eighty-seven year old hag

When you's in this position
You'll lose your disposition

All the time it's nag, nag, nag

Life's like a song
And the happiest thing
When you're young and strong
Most every day is spring
But it's just a crime
You can't get off the dime
When you're past your prime

You's past your prime
Getting grumpy and gray
You's on overtime
Ain't making take-home pay
Every sun that sets
All through the day I fret
Brings you more regrets
And larger silhouettes
You's climbed the height
Eyes over the hill

Of romantic nights
My hand has lost its skill
Comes the cruel dawn
Eyes feeling pale and drawn
Lover boy has gone
Doggone
I ask you who's a laddie
When you's Methuselated
Like a mummy underground

When you is antiquated
Always antiquated
They prefers you in the round
Life's just like pie
Huckleberry or peach
When you're young and spry
Heaven's within your reach
But it's just a crime

How can it be sublime?
When you're past your prime

When you're past your prime
When you're past your prime