John Lennon/Paul McCartney

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 loek the doer?
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
when I'm sixtyfour?
(Instrumental...)
You'll be alder too(
ah - and if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy mending a fuse
when your lights have gane.
You can knit a sweater by the fire side,
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 sixtyfour?
Every summer we earn rent a cottage on the Isle Of Wight
if it's not too dear.
We shall scrimp and save.
Ah - grandehildren 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 sixtyfour? .