When I'm Sixty-Four

When I get old-er los-ing my hair_ man-y years from now. Will you still be send-ing me a val-en-tine,_ birth-day greet-ings, bot-tle of wine?_ If I'd been out_ till quar-ter to three_ Would you lock_ the door? Will you still need_ me, will you still feed_ me, When I'm Six-ty-Four? I could be han-dy men-ing a fuse_ when your lights have gone. You can knit a sweat-er by the the fire-side,_ Sun-day morn-ings, go for a ride._ Do-ing the gar-den, dig-ging the weeks_ Who could ask_ for more? Will you still need_ me, will you still feed_ me, When I'm Six-ty-Four? Send me a post-card, drop me a line_ stat-ing point of view. In-di-cate pre-cise-ly what you mean to say,_ Yours sin-cere-ly wast-ing a-way._ Give me a an-swer, fill in a form,_ mine for-ev-er-more. Will you still need_ me, will you still feed_ me, When I'm Six-ty-Four? ----- end