When I'm Sixty-Four Songtext
von Liz Callaway

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 'til quarter to three, would you lock the door?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I′m 64?

Ooh
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 mornings go for a ride
Doin' the garden, diggin′ the weeds
Who could ask for more?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I′m 64?

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save (we shall scrimp and save)
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 for evermore

Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I′m 64?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm 64?