When I get older losing my brain
A few years from now,
Will you try to get me into nursing homes?
Turn me into skin and some bones?

If I'd been out till February,
Would you hate me more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm ninety-four?

oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
You'll be old then, too. (ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah; ah ah!)
Be careful what you say
Or I'll move in with you.

I could be deadly mending a fuse
In a water hole.
I could put the milk where the dishes belong.
I'd put salt in the sugar bowl.

Digging the flowers, leaving the weeds.
Could you ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm ninety-four?

Every summer you would send me over to you sister's house
"Cause you're not so dear.

We would rant and rave!
(We would rant and rave, ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah)
She'd make me miserable;
Send me to my grave.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating what you'll do.
It's not that I will understand a word you say
'Cause I'm quickly fading away.

Give me grandchildren, warmth and support
Or I'll haul you to court.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I lose my thought? Hoo!