When I’m old and I’m wrinkly, I shall not live alone In a pensioner’s flat or an old people’s home, Or take an apartment on some distant shore. I’ll move in with my daughter and my son-in-law. I’ll return all the joy that my daughter gave to me When she sat as a child on her dear mother’s knee. She will welcome me willingly into her home When I’m old and I’m wrinkly and all on my own. I’ll spill coffee on the carpet, leave marks on the wall, I’ll stagger home drunk and be sick in the hall. I’ll sing really loudly and slam every door, When I live with my daughter and my son -in-law. I’ll rise from my bed in the late afternoon Throw the sheets on the floor and mess up my room. I’ll play ear-splitting music well into the night, Go down for a snack and leave on every light. I’ll rest my old feet on the new leather chairs, I’ll drape dirty underwear all down the stairs, I’ll talk to my friends for hours on the ‘phone When I live with my daughter in her lovely new home. I’ll come in from the garden with mud on my shoes, Flop on the settee for my afternoon snooze, Expect that my tea will be ready by four When I live with my daughter and my son -in-law. I’ll leave all the dishes piled up in the sink And invite all my noisy friends round for a drink, I’ll grumble and mumble, I’ll complain and I’ll moan When I’m old and I’m wrinkly and all on my own. I’ll watch television hour after hour, I’ll not flush the toilet or wash out the shower. Oh, bliss, what a future for me is in store When I move in with my daughter and my son -in-law.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 19:19:38 +0000