A zastanawiacie się czasem:

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
Will you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m 64?

You’ll be older, too
And if you say a 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 morning 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 64?

Every summer we can rent a cottage
On the Isle of Wight
If it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
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 for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m 64?

Szkoda że to szybka piosenka, bo po tekście to idealnie by pasowała na pierwszy taniec ;-)

Czasem jak Moj Tomus mi mowi rozne mile rzeczy, stopuje go i mowie, ze chcialabym to samo od niego uslyszec za 30 lat :o)