When I'M Sixty Four
I got to thinking the other day.
About you and me and senile decay.
Will I still be red hot when I’m sixty four.
Will you still turn me on as you did years before.
When we find a hotel and go to book in.
Will we ever remember what names to fill in.
When I arrive a bit late will you still hear my knock.
Or will you be stone deaf and keep the door locked.