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