Musings of a Madman
Now that I'm older, losing my hair, many years its been now,you will not be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle of wine?Since I'vebeen out 'till quarter to three,you will lock the door!!!you will not still need me, you will not still feed me,When I'm sixty-four?Hmm------mmm---mmmh.You are older, too.Aaah, and if you say the word, I couldn't stay with you.I could get randy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone.You can tell me "fuck off!" by the fireside, sunday mornings, go for a ride (away).Burry me in the garden, smoking the weeds, who could ask for more?You will not need me, You will not feed me, when I'm sixty four!!!Every summer you can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight (with the shitload of money you took!). Now I have to scrimp and save!!!Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and Dave's (not here).Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating post nuptuals...Indicate precisely all the money you want, your sincerely wasting it away.Give me your answer, fill in a form, gone forever more.You will not need me, You will not feed me, when I'm sixty four!!!!originally by John Lennon/Paul McCartney (modified by Jimmy_no!)
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