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
A vow is a waste of breath
Old, new, borrowed and blue
I'd use until death
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 eggs to sink
Twenty years later they merrily passed on
And an ancient Astra
that hit the curve full on
Old, new, borrowed and blue
Your ring is a waste of cash
Old, new, borrowed and blue
The shine will never last
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'd do so till death,
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,
the rain is a waste of cash.
Old, new, borrowed and built
Shine will never last
Even if it turns out to be free
Stole them things,
a waste of you and me
Old and newer we'll be
Oh, to heaven, to hell
What a waste of a spark