When I'm Sixty-Four
A belated happy birthday to ex-Beatle Paul McCartney, who turned sixty four years of age yesterday. Ironically, Sir Paul wrote the song When I'm Sixty-four. McCartney, like his song When I'm Sixty-four, have withstood the test of time.
When I'm Sixty-four
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 it 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 & dave Send me a postcard, drop me a line, Stating point of viewIndicate 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.
When I'm sixty-four, I hope to be retired.
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posted by Joe Tornatore | 5:38 AM
4 Comments:
Well, the soon-to-be-ex Mrs. McCartney seems to have answered his question with a resounding, "NO!"
Pax,
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Did you see the concert that was on Sunday evening? I could only watch a few minutes. Funny when I was a kid I thought Paul was "it." Now I would rather listen to Lennon. Paul does seem to weather the storms fairly well.
Zelda,
No. My lost your Gaines.
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