Old New Borrowed and Blue - Eleanor McEvoy

They were married by a bishop

With a blessing from the pope

In a little country church

Filled with honeysuckle hope

Twenty years later

Finally divorced

By a third-rate judge

In a dark suburban court

Old, new, borrowed and blue

Your vow is a waste of breath

Old, new, borrowed and blue

'I do’s until death

And even if it turns out to be true

This whole damn thing’s a waste of me and you

We’ll be old and blue

He met her at a party

In a cloud of beer and smoke

In a lousy little town

Full of ecstasy and coke

Twenty years later

They merrily passed on

In an ancient Astra

That hit the curves full on

Old, new, borrowed and blue

Your ring is a waste of cash

Old, new, borrowed and blue

The shine will never last

And even if it turns out to be free

This whole damn thing’s a waste of you and me

Old and blue are we

I’m not saying that it’s wrong

But maybe forever is just a bit too long

Old, new, borrowed and blue

Your vow is a waste of breath

Old, new, borrowed and blue

'I do’s until death

And even if it turns out to be true

This whole damn thing’s a waste of me and you

We’ll be old and…

Old, new, borrowed and blue

Your ring is a waste of cash

Old, new, borrowed and blue

The shine will never last

And even if it turns out to be free

This whole damn thing’s a waste of you and me

Old and blue are we