Cut The Mustard

! It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, Miss Dolly was a having a bar- b- que And I just happened to be easily strolling by (my, my, what a strollin' guy) She hollered "Mel come in, have a taste, this stuff's too good to go to waste" "You aint' tried nothing 'til you tried this sauce of mine" (hey Hoss, her sauce is boss) I said "now, I don't wanna hurt your pride" "You're cooking is known far and wide" "But I'm expected home for dinner so I must decline" (wonder why he must decline) But Dolly yelled "what's the matter buster, Are you too old to cut the mustard?" I turned my silver head and I replied... "No, I ain't too old to cut the mustard, I'm just too tired to spread it around" "So I gotta turn you and your bar- b- que down, down, down, down "So leave me alone, I'm goin' on home to the best home cookin in town" I ain't too old to cut the mustard, just too tired to spread it around And you ladies, you're watchin' me sing and play With my belly kinda flabby and my hair kinda gray And I see you lookin' that old time way at me...and me And me, and me We hate to see you get your hopes deflated And uh, we hate to see you, uh, humiliated So before you storm the stage so shamelessly Slippin' us all them love notes...And flowers...And them motel ke Let us decline so graciously You see, we ain't too old to cut the mustard, just too tired to spread it around On every juicy little hamburger in this town, town, town, town So leave me alone, I'm gonna go home to the best home cookin' I've found And we ain't too old to cut the mustard, just to tired to spread it around (around) Too tired to spread it around