When I'm Sixty-four

When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
A birthday greeting, a bottle of wine
If I stay out ‘til quarter to three
Will 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 can stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
I can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning, 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 and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line They go a bit wrong here!
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
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four