Remember I asked you back in the day
If you'd always be as good to me as you were then?
Now that we've made it fading to grey
I'm going to have to ask you the question again

We feel as young as the day we met
We may be getting older but we're not dead yet
So now I'm sixty-four I've got a question for you
Are you going to love me when I'm a hundred and two?

The sweater you made me - it's not very good
I've put it with the other ones under the bed
So let's not do what grandparents should
But do whatever the hell we want to instead

We feel as young as the day we met
We may be getting older but we're not dead yet
So now I'm sixty-four I've got a question for you
Are you going to love me when I'm a hundred and two?

We haven't got much of a pension to spend
When you spread it over fifty-eight years
But Dave and Vera could lend us a hand
And Chuck could probably stretch to a couple of beers

So if you can handle living with me
I'm happy hanging on to such a wonderful wife
But tell me the truth now - what will it be?
Do you want a centenarian man in your life?

We feel as young as the day we met
We may be getting older but we're not dead yet
So now I'm sixty-four I've got a question for you
Are you going to love me when I'm a hundred and two?