(When I'm Sixty-Four)
Now that I’m older and lost all my hair
All my teeth as well
I can no longer get it up at will
I have to use that little blue pill
Now our dinners at quarter to three
Then they lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
Now I'm eighty-four
You are older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I just can’t help it, it’s just no use
Now my mind is gone
Will you still be there to change my Depends
You know it’s just a job for a friend
Lost in the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
Now I'm eighty-four
All our summers have now come and gone
Now I’m in the winter of my life, dear
Surviving on many meds
Living in a home
Getting tied to my bed
Tried Metamucil, drop me a prune
Softening my stool
And they don’t feed me every single day
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
Now I'm eighty-four