They're Either Too Young or Too Old Songtext
von Rosemary Clooney

They′re either too young, or too old
They're either too gray or too grassy green
The pickings 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 will confess to one romance, I′m sure you will allow
He tries 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

I'll never, never fail ya
When you are in Australia
Or out in the illusions
Or off among the Rooshians
And flying over Egypt
Your heart will never be gypped
And when you get to India
I′ll still be what I've been to ya


I′ve looked the field over
And lo and behold
They're either too young or too old
They're either too young or too old