From the 1957 musical “Gigi”.
Words by Alan Jay Lerner.
Music by Frederick Loewe.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Poor boy, poor boy
Down hearted and depressed and in a spin
Poor boy, poor boy
Oh, youth can really do a fellow in
Refrain:
How lovely to sit here in the shade
With none of the woes of man and maid
I’m glad I’m not young anymore
The rivals that don’t exist at all
The feeling you’re only two feet tall
I’m glad that I’m not young anymore
No more confusion
No “morning after” surprise
No self-delusion
That when you’re telling those lies
She isn’t wise
And even if love comes thru the door
The kind that goes on forevermore
For evermore is shorter than before
Oh, I’m so glad that I’m not young anymore
Refrain:
The tiny remark that tortures you
The fear that your friends won’t like her, too
I’m glad I’m not young anymore
The longing to end a stale affair
Until you find out she doesn’t care
I’m glad that I’m not young anymore
No more frustration
No star-crossed lover am I
No aggravation
Just one reluctant reply, “Lady, goodbye”
The fountain of youth is dull as paint
Methuselah is my patron saint
I’ve never been so comfortable before
Oh, I’m so glad that I’m not young anymore