When I get older losing my mind
Just a few years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If I'd been out till quarter to nine
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, or will you need to feed me
When I'm ninety-four.
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, or will you need to feed me
When I'm ninety-four.
You'll be ancient too
And if you remember me,
I could stay with you.
And if you remember me,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, sorting your pills,
When your brains have gone
You can watch the tv by the fireside
Sunday mornings wheel in the sun.
When your brains have gone
You can watch the tv by the fireside
Sunday mornings wheel in the sun.
Sit in the garden, watching the weeds,
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, or will you need to feed me,
When I'm ninety-four.
When I'm ninety-four.
Yours sincerely, wasting away.
I think it scans. All it needs is background music, and there you have it. It should be sung quickly and with energy to create an ironic counterpoint.
Posted by: Don Z. Block | November 24, 2021 at 05:24 AM