Now I'm Eighty-Four

 

Now I'm Eighty-four

(When I'm Sixty-four)

Now that I’m older and lost all my hair

All my teeth as well

I can no longer get it up at will

I have to use that little blue pill

 

Now our dinners at quarter to three

Then they lock the door

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

Now I'm eighty-four

 

You are older too

And if you say the word

I could stay with you

 

I just can’t help it, it’s just no use

Now my mind is gone

Will you still be there to change my Depends

You know it’s just a job for a friend

 

Lost in the garden, digging the weeds

Who could ask for more

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

Now I'm eighty-four

All our summers have now come and gone

Now I’m in the winter of my life, dear

Surviving on many meds

Living in a home

Getting tied to my bed

 

Tried Metamucil, drop me a prune

Softening my stool

And they don’t feed me every single day

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

Now I'm eighty-four