When I’m Eighty-Four

Tune: When I’m Sixty-Four

 

Now that I’m older, losing my health

In my golden years (kazoo – toot-toot-toot-toot-toot)

Can I still be counting on some Medicare?

Or a two-tiered system – patient beware!

If I’m in need of emergency care,

Will they lock the door?

Will they still heed me, will they still treat me

When I’m eighty-four?

 

I could be clever, stock up on pills

Vitamins galore (kazoo – toot-toot-toot-toot-toot)

Jog a mile or so, a hundred push-ups too

Eat some bran and delicious tofu

Turn up my nose at deep apple pie

And buttered-dripping scones

Will they still heed me, will they still treat me

If I break some bones?

 

Send them a postcard, drop them a line

Stating point of view (kazoo – toot-toot-toot-toot-toot)

Indicate precisely what you mean to say

Else you’ll find you’re wasting away

Ask for an answer, not just a form

A citizen’s just due

Will they still heed me, will they still treat me

When I`m ninety-two?

 

 

Copyright tune: The Beatles

Adapted by Lethbridge Raging Grannies, revised Calgary 1999