Connie Evingson When I'm 64
When I get old and 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 'til quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me? Will you still feed me
When I'm 64?
You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handing, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning 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 64?
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
Well, indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in the form
Mine forever more
Will you still need me? Will you still feed me
When I'm 64?
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 64?