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?

And 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?

Ev'ry 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 forever more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
when I'm sixty-four?
Hoo!