Nowadays we often gaze on women over 50
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

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 worries us, but prunes don't sit and brood,
Now matter how young a prune may be, it's always getting stewed

In the kingdom of the fruit the prune is snubbed by others
And they are not allowed to mingle with the crowd
Though they're never on display with all their highbrow brothers
they never seem to mind, to this fact they're resigned,

That no matter how young a prune may be, it's always full of wrinkles
Beauty treatments always fail, they've tried all to no avail
Other fruits are envious because they know real well
No matter how young a prune may be hot water makes 'em swell

Baby prunes look like their dad, but not wrinkled quite as bad

Every day in every way the world is getting better,
we've even learned to fly, as days go passing by,
But what about the poor old prune his life is only wetter,
no wonder he can't grin in the awful stew he's in

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.
nothing ever worries them their life's an open book,
But no matter how young a prune may be it has a worried look

Prunes act very kind they say, when sickly people moan,
But no matter how young a prune may be it has a heart of stone.


Frank Crummit. Apparently the words changed depending on the decade in which he sang the song.

LTS