Lyrics
They re either too young or too old, i m finding it easy to stay good as gold
as empty as can be
I ll still be what i ve been to ya, what s good is in the army
the pickings are poor and the crop is lean
and flying over egypt
For there is no secret lover, i must confess to one romance, i m finding it easy to stay good as gold
i ve looked the field over
I m either their first breath of spring, i must confess to one romance
when you are in australia
With anyone else but me, i can t sit under the apple tree
i ll still be what i ve been to ya
for there is no secret lover
for there is no secret lover
They re either too young or too old, i m sure you will allow, as empty as can be
They re either too young or too old, what s left will never harm me
i ll still be what i ve been to ya
I can t sit under the apple tree, and when you get to india
your heart will never by gypped
I m sure you will allow, i ll never ever fail ya
they re either too young or too old
But his voice is changing now, what s left will never harm me Too, they re either too young or too old
your heart will never by gypped
And lo and behold, and lo and behold, they re either too young or too old
I m finding it easy to stay good as gold, they re either too young or too old, they re either too grey or too grassy green
They re either too grey or too grassy green, the pickings are poor and the crop is lean