When I am Sixty-Four

When I get older losing my hair,
Just like you are now.
Will I still consider you a pal of mine
Singing Doo-wop bottle of wine.

You can stay out til quarter to three
Paul won't lock the door,
Will you still need sleep, will you make kids weep,
When I'm sixty-four.

You'll be older too,
But based on what I've heard,
You'll be well preserved.

You could go driving, cruising through town
Become a CPA.
Will you still be playing with your firearms,
Shooting raccoons raising alarms,

Killing the garden, taking a smoke,
Who could ask for more.
Will you learn ballet, live in a chalet,
now that you're sixty-four.

If life's a bummer you can rent a cottage
In sunny Miami, start a doo wop group.
And if they behave
Then they can join you troop
Sharon Scott & Dave

Sign with the coast guard, have a good time,
whatever you may do
Run for President of the NRA
Charlton Heston outta my way

Send us a postcard, sing me a line,
tell us what's in store
We will still miss you, regardless if you do,
When we're sixty-four.