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Happy Father's Day and Happy B-Day Sir Paul McCartney
First and foremost, happy father's day to all the dads! Hope all y'all baby-daddyz had a good day. I spent the whole day celebrating this occasion at a park. As a matter of fact, I just got home. I'm very tired, and I don't know if I'm making any sense. But this almost lifeless body ain't gonna stop me from posting tonight. Especially when there are two blog-worthy events: Father's day being the first and Sir Paul McCartney's birthday being the second one.
Everybody! He's finally 64! Forty years ago, Paul wrote a song entitled When I'm Sixty-four, the 9th track on Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. It's ought to be a jolly, cute song...but now that he's going through a divorce, and his first wife dead...I don't think the song is as sweet anymore.
Don't worry Paul, I still LURVE you! Happy BDAY!
Everybody! He's finally 64! Forty years ago, Paul wrote a song entitled When I'm Sixty-four, the 9th track on Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. It's ought to be a jolly, cute song...but now that he's going through a divorce, and his first wife dead...I don't think the song is as sweet anymore.
Don't worry Paul, I still LURVE you! Happy BDAY!
When I'm Sixty-Four
When I get older losing my hair, many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greeting, 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 light 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 on the Isle of Wight, if it's not too 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.
When I get older losing my hair, many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greeting, 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 light 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 on the Isle of Wight, if it's not too 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.
18 June, 2006 | Dee said something at 10:06 PM