When I'm Sixty-four Lyrics - The Look Of Love - Claudine Longet

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? 

Oh 

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? 

Woo!