Drama de Erasure

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,would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When i'm sixty-four?
Hmm------mmm---mmmh.
You'll be older, , 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 wightif 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?