Happy 64th Birthday Paul McCartney
The most anticipated birthday in the annals of rock music arrives today with the 64th birthday the great Sir Paul McCartney.
Incredibly, sadly, John and George, half of the Beatles are already gone, but Paul McCartney, the most popular songwriter in the history of recorded music is with us still, recording and performing.
Happy Birthday Paul.
You know the tune, sing along.
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?
Hmm------mmm---mmmh.
You'll be older, too. Aaah, 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.
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and 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 forever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?
Incredibly, sadly, John and George, half of the Beatles are already gone, but Paul McCartney, the most popular songwriter in the history of recorded music is with us still, recording and performing.
Happy Birthday Paul.
You know the tune, sing along.
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?
Hmm------mmm---mmmh.
You'll be older, too. Aaah, 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.
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and 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 forever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?
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When I'm Sixty-four Factoids:
In 1942, when James Paul McCartney was born in Liverpool, the average life expectancy of a British infant boy was 63 years.
He was a teenager when he wrote the tune for "When I'm Sixty-Four," and only 24 when the Beatles recorded it in 1967 for "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band."
When Paul Simon turned 64 last year, Mr. McCartney called and serenaded him with it.
According to most accounts, Mr. McCartney wrote the lyrics for his father (his mother had died of breast cancer when he was 13) and the song was recorded not long after the elder McCartney turned 64.
He will be entitled to a basic pension from the British government, at least $156 a week, and a free transit pass).
Coutesy of The New York Times
The obligatory ”When I’m 64” YouTube video tribute.
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