Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I’m sixty-four? :)
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 lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?
oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo
You’ll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
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
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 for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?
Whoo!

this reminds me of a old hindi song jab main honga 60 saal ka, aur tu hogi 55 ki, tab bhi bolo baat karogi kya tum mere bachpan ki?
Wasn’t there another line somewhere in it like bolo tum nibhaogi naa preet hamaare bachpan ki ?
I was wondering ke main kuch to galat likh rahi hoon, but you get my point.
Welcome to your past, babe.
huh? nai chamka…
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Welcome to your post, babe