The Beatles
When I'm Sixty-Four
(Lennon e McCartney)
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.
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights ha ve gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning 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
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck&Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Your's sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
domingo, 24 de fevereiro de 2008
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Sim, sim, sim! Feliz aniversário!
Ah, sim - o Macca fez 64 em meio a um divórcio caríssimo... ele deve ter feito um pacto com o demo.
Pois é! O que posso dizer...
Macca, a resposta à maioria das suas perguntas é: não!
Ainda bem que ele "get by with a little help from his friends". Rs, rs, rs!
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