As I watched John McCain and the Formaldehydes perform a victory eulogy in what looked to be a coat-room in a Virgina funeral parlor last night, an old song came to mind.

TOO OLD TO CUT THE MUSTARD

When I was young, I had an automobile

I'd scoot myself right under that wheel

I had to fight the gals off with a stick

But now they say,..."Oh, he makes me sick.

" Refrain:

He's Too old, too old

He's too old to cut the mustard any-more...

He's a-gettin' too old, he's done got too old

He's too old to cut the mus-tard any-more.

When I was young I had a lot of pep

I could get around, I didn't need no help

But since I'm old and a-gettin' gray

The people all look at me and say.

Refrain:

With just a few minor adjustments needed, some old songs seem to write the pertinent current campaign jingle, don't they?

What's on your mind tonight?

(h/t GregB)