Beautiful South When I`m 84 Lyrics

When I`m 84 Lyrics

Queueing with the old folk

 There's and old man with a wicked smile

 Not through smug politeness

 He's doing it in style

 

 No savings book or flannel slacks

 No "Pardon" when I heard them ask

 Just a vodaphone and a filofax

 

 When I'm 64

 I'll dream on

 

 They all bore the milkman

 Stop him for hours at their front gate

 He just sists and thinks

 I'll make the bastard wait

 

 No dribbling or incontinence

 No longing for the old sixpence

 Just smoking weed till age makes sense

 

 When I'm 74

 I'll dream on

 

 They all save for Blackpool

 Just for the cheap companionship

 Meanwhile he counts pennies

 For a different trip

 

 No smoking pipes and drinking bitter

 No eyeing up the baby sitter

 I'll trip up kids and I'll drop my litter

 

 When I'm 84

 I'll dream on

 When I'm 84

 I'll dream on late

 I'll dream on

 And I'll whisper late

 

 You're in your nineties Arthur

 Be careful with your back

 Exercise your muscles

 I'd rather Jack

 I'd rather Jack