When I get older, losing my head, many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I've been out till a quarter to three, would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four? 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 Do in the garden, dig in 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 could rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear We shall scrimp and save Grandchildren on your knees, payroll, chuck and paper Send me a postcard, drop me a line, stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say, you're sincerely wasting away Give me an answer, fill in a form, mine forevermore Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four? *