The Prune Song: No Matter How Young a Prune May Be,
It's Always Full of Wrinkles
Words by Frank Crumit and music by Harry DeCosta
The Prune Song was written in 1928 with words by Frank Crumit and the music by Harry DeCosta and is one of
the endearing Crumit "silly songs". It is still copyrighted. Thus, we can only provide excerpts.
Now-a-days 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;
Chorus:
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,
Prohibition bothers us but prunes don't sit and brood,
No matter how young a prune may be it's always getting stewed.
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In the "kingdom of the fruits" the prune is snubb'd by others,
And they are not allowed,
To mingle with the crowd,
Tho' they're never on display with all their "Highbrow" brothers,
They never seem to mind,
To this fact they're resigned;
Repeat chorus
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