Happy 64th Birthday, Paul McCartney!
Back in 1957, a teenage Paul McCartney wrote When I'm 64, a song he envisioned someone like Frank Sinatra singing. It didn't end up being recorded until the Sgt. Pepper album ten years later, a time in which the age 64 probably seemed to Paul more like a hypothetical concept rather than an eventual reality. Well, here it is, 2006, and today Paul McCartney turns 64 years old. That's cool and somewhat scary at the same time.

"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 64?
You'll be older too
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 morning 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 64?
Every summer we could rent a cottage,
On the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee: Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me postcard; drop me 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 64?"
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAUL!!!

"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 64?
You'll be older too
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 morning 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 64?
Every summer we could rent a cottage,
On the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee: Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me postcard; drop me 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 64?"
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAUL!!!

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