When I get older, 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 till 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 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 sixty four

Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the isle of Wight, if it's not too dear

We shall scrimp and save
and perhaps even visit Brian and Winnie and Malaika again

Send me a postcard drop me a line
Stating your point of view

Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely wasting away

Give me an answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore

Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty four