When I’m 84 The Beautiful South

[Intro]
Do do do-do, do do do-do
Do do do-do, do do do-do

[Verse 1]
Queuing with the old folk
There's an old man with a wicked smile
Not through some politeness
He's doing it in style, style
He's doing it in style, style

[Chorus 1]
No savings book or flannel slacks
No, 'Pardon?' when I heard them ask
Just a Vodafone and a Filofax
When I'm 64, I'll dream on

[Verse 2]
They all bore the milkman
Stop him for hours at their front gate
He just sits and thinks
I'll make the bastard wait, wait
I'll make the bastard wait, wait

[Chorus 2]
No dribbling or incontinence
No longing for the old sixpence
Just smoking weed till age make sense
When I'm 74, I'll dream on