When I'm Sixty-Four

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 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 & 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 evermore. 

Will you still need me, will you still feed me 
When I'm sixty-four