The Who hoped they would die before they got old, Neil Young thought it better to burn out then to fade away and Paul McCartney wondered about what life would be like when he's 64. In the prophecy department: the Beatle wins.

Here's wishing Paul McCartney a "Happy 64th Birthday!"

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I'd been out 'till quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older, too.
and if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse
when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings, go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds
who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
when I'm sixty four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight
if it's not to dear.
We shall scrimp and save.
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
yours sincerely wasting away.

Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
when I'm sixty four?