When I'm Sixty-four![]() When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now, Will you still be sending me a Valentine ![]() 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? Hmm---mmm---mmm. You'll be older, too. Aaah, 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 to dear. We shall scrimp and save. Ah, 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 forever more. Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four? Lennon/McCartney |