When I`m 84 — текст песни (beautiful south)

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