Friday, March 20, 2015

"Life Begins At Forty"

       I was searching for the origin of the phrase (which actually is from the turn of the 20th century)  then I came across this video posted by the American Sound Archives of a 1947 spoken-word song performed by Sophie Tucker with Ted Shapiro & His Orchestra. The words are just too amusing not to share! If you are just a few years from turning 40 or are in your 40's and loving it, then you should give this a listen!


I've often heard it said and sung
That life is sweetest when you're young
And kids, sixteen to twenty-one
Think they're having all the fun
I disagree, I say it isn't so
And I'm one gal who ought to know
I started young and I'm still going strong
But I've learned as I've gone along . . .

That life begins at forty
That's when love and living start
To become a gentle art
A woman who's been careful finds
That's when she's in her prime
And a good man when he's forty
Knows just how to take his time

Conservative or sporty,
It's not until you're forty
That you learn the how and why
And the what and when
In the twenties and the thirties,
You want your love in large amounts
But after you reach forty,
It's the quality that counts

Yes, life begins at forty
And I've just begun to live all over again.

You see the sweetest things in life
Grow sweeter as the years roll on
Like the music from a violin
That has well played upon
And the sweetest smoke
Is from a mellow, broken and old pipe
And the sweetest tasting peach
Is one that's soft-ish, round and ripe

In the twenties and the thirties,
You're just an amateur
But after you reach forty,
That's when you become a connoisseur
Then it isn't grab and get it
And a straight line for the door
You're not hasty, you're tasty,
You enjoy things so much more

For instance, a novice
Gulps his brandy down,
He doesn't understand
Observe a connoisseur,
The way he holds it in his hand
How he strokes the glass, fondles it,
Warms it as he should
Smacks his lips, slowly sips,
Ohh it tastes good!

Life begins at forty
Then it isn't hit and run
And you find it much more fun
You romance a girl of twenty
And it costs you all your dough
But when a forty thanks you,
She hates to see you go

And girls of twenty,
All they want are big men
Big men with strong physiques
I don't say that it's bad
But you do get tired
Of those damn Greeks!

Life begins at forty
And I'm just living all over again!

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