Sally's 64th Birthday

Now I’ve got older lost all my hair,
And I don’t know how.
Will you still be wanting my true valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine.
If I'd been off on an Amtrak spree
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
Now you’re sixty-four.

I'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.
I could run the Miele by the fireside
Sunday mornings be stuck inside,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
Now you’re sixty-four.

Every summer we can rent a cottage,
On the Norfolk coast, if it's not too dear
We shall shrimp and chew
Grandchildren on your knee
George, plus Patch and Lou.

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,
Now you’re sixty-four.