The Beatles — When I’m Sixty Four (Lennon/McCartney)

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?

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 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 your answer, fill in a form, mine for ever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty four?