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B
When I get older losing my hair,
                          F7
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
                             B
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?

If I’d been out till quarter to three
B7                           Eb
Would you lock the door?
                         Gb7   B                       G7
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
C7           F7     B
When I’m sixty-four?

                       D    Gm  D  D7  Gm  D  D7  Gm
You’ll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
Gm           Cm
And if you say the word,
Eb        F     F9    B
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 mornings 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?

Gm
Every summer we can rent a cottage
               Eb  F                             Gm
In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear.
                                 D    Gm  D  D7  Gm
We shall scrimp and save.
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave


Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
                         F7
Stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
                         B
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.
Give me your answer, fill in a form
B7                 Eb
Mine for evermore.
                        Gb7     B                     G7
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
C7           F7     B
When I’m sixty-four?


Lyrics:

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, (ah ah ah ah ah)
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 mornings 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.
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
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,
When I’m sixty-four?

 

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