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My son Jhon singing a rewrite of Paul McCartney's "When I'm 64" about kids that fail to launch.
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When I get older finished with school, many years from now.
Will you still be taking me to Disneyland?
Walk down Main Street holding my hand?
If I don’t have a job of my own would you lock the door?
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
When I’m twenty-four?
You’ll be older too.
And if you say the word I will stay with you.
I could be handy doing my chores - taking out the trash.
You could do the cooking and the cleaning, too,
All the things that you love to do -
Washing my laundry, paying the bills.
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me
When I’m twenty-four?
Every summer you could pack the trailer,
I would love the beach and the mountains, too.
Underneath the sky
Think of the fun we’ll have
Camping, you and I.
Write me an email, shoot me a text, send me just a clue
I’ll say please & thank you and I’ll wipe my feet.
Mom, don’t leave me out on the street!
Give me your answer, remember that I’m yours forevermore
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
When I’m twenty four?
Will you still be taking me to Disneyland?
Walk down Main Street holding my hand?
If I don’t have a job of my own would you lock the door?
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
When I’m twenty-four?
You’ll be older too.
And if you say the word I will stay with you.
I could be handy doing my chores - taking out the trash.
You could do the cooking and the cleaning, too,
All the things that you love to do -
Washing my laundry, paying the bills.
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me
When I’m twenty-four?
Every summer you could pack the trailer,
I would love the beach and the mountains, too.
Underneath the sky
Think of the fun we’ll have
Camping, you and I.
Write me an email, shoot me a text, send me just a clue
I’ll say please & thank you and I’ll wipe my feet.
Mom, don’t leave me out on the street!
Give me your answer, remember that I’m yours forevermore
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
When I’m twenty four?
alackbass
The Beatles song. This is such a fabulous idea. And so well done. I'll have to play it for my class.