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