Lyrics When I'm Sixty-Four - Georgie Fame
                                                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 
                                                    a 
                                                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 
                                                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 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                Isle 
                                                of 
                                                Wight
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                it's 
                                                not 
                                                too 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                shall 
                                                scrimp 
                                                and 
                                                save
 
                                    
                                
                                                Grandchildren 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                knee, 
                                                Ada, 
                                                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
 
                                    
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