They’re Either Too Young or Too Old Songtext
von Jimmy Dorsey and His Orchestra

You marched away and left this town as empty as can be
I can′t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
For there is no secret lover
That the draft board didn't discover
They′re either too young or too old
They're either too grey or too grassy green
The pickin's are poor and the crop is lean
What′s good is in the army
What′s left will never harm me
I'm either their first breath of spring
Or else I′m their last little fling
I must confess to one romance I'm sure you will allow
He tried to serenade me but his voice is changing now
I′m finding it easy to stay good as gold


They're either too young or too old
The battle is on but the fortress will hold
They′re either too young or too old
I'll never, never fail ya
When you are in Australia
Or out in the Aleutians
Or off among the Russians
And flying over Egypt
Your heart will never be dipped
And when you get to India
I'll still be what I′ve been, dear
I′ve looked the field over
And lo and behold
They're either too young or too old