When I'm 64

Guest poets again today!

When I'm Sixty Four

by J. Lennon, P. McCartney

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?

You'll be older too,
Ah, 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 fire side,
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?

Ev'ry summer we can rent a cottage on the Isle of Wight
If it's not too 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,
You're 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?

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I sang this to Matt (and a bunch of other people!) in the kareoke room at our senior party, held in the Elks Lodge and put on by seniors' parents. I think it was casino-themed. After a false start and a bit of a shaking voice, I did fairly well, I think. It's been one of "our songs" since then.

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From left to right, it's bass, "guitar" (which seems to be playing the clarinet, or whatever that wind instrument is), and drums, with the words for the singer going across the top. We're.... not quite that good at our Beatles Rock Band yet, but it's still fun!