Diary

"When I'm Sixty-Eight", by Paul McCartney & The Beatles

“When I’m Sixty-Eight”

sung to the tune of “When I’m Sixty Four”, by Paul McCartney

When I get older, dying my hair
just one year from now-
Will you still be giving me Gershwin Awards
Worshipful greetings from the House of Lords?

If I run out of Viagara
Would you say it’s fate?
Will you still slay me, will you still play me,
When I’m sixty-eight?

oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo
You’ll be smarter too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
And if you play my songs,
I’ll be filthy rich.

I could be randy, flirting with ‘Chelle
When your back is turned.
You can knit your brow about the oil spill
Next November, weep for the krill.

Doing the White House, bashing Bush,
With Anti-American Hate-
Will you still slay me, will you still play me,
When I’m sixty-eight?

Every summer we’ll be
hearing the same old songs, cause they won’t go away-
Beatles songs at The Mall–
But Grandchildren forgot The Lads
Ringo, John, George and Paul

Send me royalties, I’ll drop out of sight
’till the next concert venue.
Who can say precisely what I mean to say..
My mind is surely wasting away

Give me your fawning, worshipful praise
For it’s only fate..
Will you still slay me, will you still play,
When I’m sixty-eight?

Whoo!