When I'm Sixty Four Songtext / Lyric

When I get older, loosing my hair,
many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine,
birthday greetings, bottle of wine.
If I been out 'til a quarter to three,
would you lock the door?

Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
when I'm sixty four.

You'll be older too.
And if you say the word.
I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse,
when you're lights have gone.
You can meet a sweater by the fireside.
Sunday morning's 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 White.
If it's not too dear.
We shall scrimp and save.
Grandchildren on your knee.
Vera, Chuck and 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 an answer,
fill in a form, mine forever more.

Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
when I'm sixty four.