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 'til 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, 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 to, dear   We shall scrimp and save   Ah, 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 forever more   Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?