When I get older losing my hair, Many years from now
Will you still be sending me the 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 a 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 and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line, Stating point of view
Indicater 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.