Will I get older, losing my hair?
That don't worry me,
Money buys me all the things that give me cheer,
Sex and drugs and bottles of beer,
I could be out 'til quarter of three,
Then I'll sleep and snore,
What need I worry, what is the hurry,
When I'm sixty-four?

Hmmm...hmmm...hmmh
I'll be older too,
Ah, but if you ask me now, I won't have a clue.

Four-oh-one K's and mutual funds
I don't understand,
All those stocks and bonds, they seem so cool and chic,
They could just as well be in Greek.
Personal finance, credit card debt,
Budgets I abhor,
Tell me my honey, will I have money,
When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer I could rent a time share on Miami Beach
If it's not too dear,
I should scrimp and save,
Ah, but by the time I'm done, I'll be in my grave.

Members of Congress, get off your butts,
See that trust fund fall,
See those Baby Boomers, all retired and old,
Feel my future's 'bout to be sold,
Worried am I that when I retire,
There will be no more,
Social Secur'ty, will you be with me,
When I'm sixty-four?