When I'm Sixty‐Four Lyrics

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greeting, 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?
I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone
You 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 at the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grand children 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 for ever more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty four? Ho!
You'll be older, too, (ah!) and if you say the word, I could stay with you