When I get older, losing my hair

Many years from now

Will you still be sending me a valentine

Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

But if I'd been out till quarter to three

Would you lock the door?

Would 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

Well, I could stay with you

Well, I could be handy a-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 and digging the weeds

But who could ask for more?

Would 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 knee, Vera, Chuck and Dave

Well, send me a postcard and 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 a form

Mine forever more

Would you still need me?

Will you still feed me when I'm sixty four?

That's right, hoo

Do, do, do, do, do