When Im 84 Lyrics by Beautiful South, The

When Im 84 Lyrics

    (heaton/rotheray)
    Queuing with the old folk
    There's and old man with a wicked smile
    Not through smug politeness
    He's doing it in style

    No savings book or flannel slacks
    No "pardon" when i heard them ask
    Just a vodaphone and a filofax

    When i'm 64
    I'll dream on

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

    No dribbling or incontinence
    No longing for the old sixpence
    Just smoking weed till age makes sense

    When i'm 74
    I'll dream on

    They all save for blackpool
    Just for the cheap companionship
    Meanwhile he counts pennies
    For a different trip

    No smoking pipes and drinking bitter
    No eyeing up the baby sitter
    I'll trip up kids and i'll drop my litter

    When i'm 84
    I'll dream on
    When i'm 84
    I'll dream on late
    I'll dream on
    And i'll whisper late

    You're in your nineties arthur
    Be careful with your back
    Exercise your muscles
    I'd rather jack
    I'd rather jack



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