Happy birthday, Dad!
The Beatles (1967)
When I get older losing my hairMany years from nowWill you still be sending me a ValentineBirthday greetings bottle of wineIf I'd been out till quarter to threeWould you lock the doorWill you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I'm sixty-fourYou'll be older tooAnd if you say the wordI could stay with youI could be handy, mending a fuseWhen your lights have goneYou can knit a sweater by the firesideSunday mornings go for a rideDoing the garden, digging the weedsWho could ask for moreWill you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I'm sixty-fourEvery summer we can rent a cottageIn the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dearWe shall scrimp and saveGrandchildren on your kneeVera, Chuck and DaveSend me a postcard, drop me a lineStating point of viewIndicate precisely what you mean to sayYours sincerely, wasting awayGive me your answer, fill in a formMine for evermoreWill you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I'm sixty-four