When I'm sixty-four - Beatles When I get old and losing my hair, Many years from now Will you still be sending me a Valentine, Birthday greetings, bottle of wine If I've 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. You'll be older too, And if you say the word I could stay with you. I could be handy mending a fuse When..