When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,

Will you still be sending me a Valent aaha?, birthday greetings, bottle of Singha?

If I'd been out 'till quarter to three (in the afternoon),would you lock the door?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When I'm sixty-four?

Hmm------mmm---mmmh.
I am 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 riverside, sunday mornings, go for a ride.

You could do your gardening, 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 go for a tour and it's not to dear. We shall scrimp and save.
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Hak, Bunny, Honda, and Zack with me.


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Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?