When I get older, old, and losing my hair, head, many yearsenter added
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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?

Hmm------mmm---mmmh. You'll be older, too.Aaah,
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. 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. 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, yours 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?

by John Lennon/Paul McCartney