When I'm Sixty Four

Will I get old, losing my hair, Many years from now? Will you still be sending me Valentine's birthday Greetings, bottle of wine? If I be 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? Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear. We shall scream and Shout. Grandchildren all around, Peter, John and Jane. Will you still need me, will you still feed Me when I'm sixty-four?