Текст (слова) песни: beautiful south - When I`m 84
Queueing 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 sists 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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