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 mend-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 weeds_
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 an 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?

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