When I get older losing my hair, Many years from now
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Will you still be sending me the Valentine, Birthday greetings, bottle of wine
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If I'd been out till quarter to three, Would you lock the door
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Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four.
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You'll be older too, And if you say the word I could stay with you.
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I could be handy mending a fuse, When your lights have gone
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You can knit a sweater by the fireside, Sunday morning go for a ride
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Doing a garden, digging the weeds, Who could ask for more
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Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four.
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Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
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We shall scrimp and save, Grandchildren on your knee, Vera Chuck and Dave
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Send me a postcard, drop me a line, Stating point of view
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Indicater precisely what you mean to say, Yours sincerely wasting away
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Give me your answer fill in a form, Mine for evermore
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Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four.
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When I'm Sixty Four
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