When I'm Sixty-Four

Zoe, here's your Papa

I got a question for ya

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?

Oooh-oooh-oooh

Oooh-oooh-oooh

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 are gone

You can knit a sweater by the fireside

Sunday mornings go for a ride

Doing the garden, picking 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 (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?

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I'm sixty-four?

Yes I will

(You said yes I will)