he gets older losing his hair
Many years from now
Will he still be receiving your Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If he'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need him, will you still feed him
When he's sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you say the word
He could stay with you
He 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 him, will you still feed him
When he's sixty-four
Every summer you 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 him a postcard, drop him a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give him your answer, fill in a form
His for evermore
Will you still need him, will you still feed him
When he's sixty-four
Posted By: Chris Peacock, Apr 26, 15:38:45
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