When I`m 84

<br>Queueing with the old folk<br>There`s and old man with a wicked smile<br>Not through smug politeness<br>He`s doing it in style<br>No savings book or flannel slacks<br>No "Pardon" when I heard them ask<br>Just a vodaphone and a filofax<br>When I`m 64<br>I`ll dream on<br>They all bore the milkman<br>Stop him for hours at their front gate<br>He just sists and thinks<br>I`ll make the bastard wait<br>No dribbling or incontinence<br>No longing for the old sixpence<br>Just smoking weed till age makes sense<br>When I`m 74<br>I`ll dream on<br>They all save for Blackpool<br>Just for the cheap companionship<br>Meanwhile he counts pennies<br>For a different trip<br>No smoking pipes and drinking bitter<br>No eyeing up the baby sitter<br>I`ll trip up kids and I`ll drop my litter<br>When I`m 84<br>I`ll dream on<br>When I`m 84<br>I`ll dream on late<br>I`ll dream on<br>And I`ll whisper late<br>You`re in your nineties Arthur<br>Be careful with your back<br>Exercise your muscles<br>I`d rather Jack<br>I`d rather Jack