domingo, junio 18, 2006

64



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 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 your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings 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 sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a 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 for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

7 comentario(s):

Blogger Ling supone...

Y no hay manera de leerla sin cantarla.

Happy birthday, my darling Paul. (Leído con papa en la boca, por favor)

18 junio, 2006 12:03  
Blogger Chiquilín de Bachín supone...

You say it's your birthday
It's my birthday too, yeah
They say it's you birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your birthday
Happy birthday to you

18 junio, 2006 20:33  
Blogger mer supone...

Me imagino que estará extrañando a Linda el pobre Paul, con 64 y sin chica con quien alquilar un cottage in the Isle of Wight.

18 junio, 2006 22:56  
Blogger Coxon supone...

Solo paso para avisarle que lo único que no carga este ordenador es la foto de Sir James Paul

Acotación a Mer: Con lo que le quedó del divorcio, el pobre Paul todavía puede comprarse la Isla de Wight y quedarle un resto...

19 junio, 2006 17:22  
Blogger Ca supone...

Bien podría hacer la fiesta en River..

19 junio, 2006 22:33  
Blogger Mavrakis supone...

Lo más triste fueron los bochornosos informes televisivos sobre el cumpleaños de Paul. Alguien que se merece mucho más rigor que el Papa o que otras estrellas del espectáculo.

20 junio, 2006 01:40  
Blogger mer supone...

yo hablaba del amor Graham... qué materialista :P

20 junio, 2006 17:56  

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