Paul Heaton - When I'm 84 lyrics

[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 ba*tard wait, wait I'll make the ba*tard 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 [Verse 3] They all save for Blackpool Just for the cheap companionship Meanwhile he counts pennies For a different trip, trip For a different trip, trip [Chorus] No smoking pipes and drinking bitter No eying 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) You're in your nineties, Arthur (I'll dream on and I'll whisper late) Be careful with your back (I'll dream on and I'll whisper late) Exercise your muscles (I'll dream on and I'll whisper late) I'd rather Jack (I'll dream on and I'll whisper late) [Outro] x3 I'd rather Jack (I'll dream on and I'll whisper late) Yes, I'd rather Jack (I'll dream on and I'll whisper late) I'd rather Jack (Smoking weed till age makes sense) (I'll dream on and I'll whisper late) Yes, I'd rather Jack (Smoking weed till age makes sense) (I'll dream on and I'll whisper late) I'd rather Jack (Smoking weed till age makes sense) (I'll dream on and I'll whisper late)