When it gets colder chilling the air, many months from now.
Will you still insist that it’s not too cold, or tell me I’m just getting old.

If I bundle up with a jacket or three. And stay off the floor.
Will you believe me, or will it grieve me, when it’s sixty-four.

You'll be colder too; And if you say you’re warm, I’d stay away from you.
It would be handy, staying indoors when it’s winter time.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, I’d be freezing, as a downside,

Doing the garden, digging the weeds, I’d be dressed far more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when it’s sixty-four.
Every summer I would not be singing you this song, because I would be warm.

We shall scrimp and save. Working hard to pay the heating bill, like a galley slave.
Send me a postcard, drop me a line, when you turn up the heat.
Indicate precisely just how warm your goal, yours sincerely, freezing from cold.

Give me your answer, fill in a form. Mine for evermore
Will you still please me, or will you just freeze me,
When It’s sixty-four?