When I’m Sixty-Four

In honor of my birthday today, I’m publishing the lyrics to a pertinent song.  I’m happy to report that she still needs me, and still feeds me, and she sent me a valentine and birthday greeting.  (We skipped the bottle of wine.)  The Isle of Wight will have to wait a bit longer.

When I’m Sixty-Four
McCartney/Lennon

When I get older losing my hair

Many years from now

Will you still be sending me a valentine

Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I’d been out till quarter to three

Would you lock the door?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I’m sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight

You’ll be older too

And if you say the word

I could stay with you

I could be handy, mending a fuse

When your lights have gone

You can knit a sweater by the fireside

Sunday mornings go for a ride

Doing the garden, digging the weeds

Who could ask for more?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I’m sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight

If it’s not too dear

We shall scrimp and save

Grandchildren on your knee

Vera, Chuck & Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line

Stating point of view

Indicate precisely what you mean to say

Yours sincerely, wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form

Mine for evermore

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I’m sixty-four?

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