Now that I’m older, lost all my hair
Many years have gone
Will you still be hanging ‘round, help me to find
Birthday greetings, now I’ve lost my mind

Now I suffer from senility
You need to lock the door

Will you still need me, will you still feed me
Now I'm eighty-four

You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you

I used to be handy, but now it’s no use
Now my lights have gone
You know dementia got me in its stride
Sunday mornings I try to hide
Out in the garden with higher needs
I’m lost that s for sure

Will you still need me, will you still feed me
Now I'm eighty-four

Every now and then I remember summers
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too clear
I’ve lost all my mind
Racked With senility
Who knows what I’ll find

But you know, no matter how hard you try
Just can’t remember you
Just can’t indicate what I mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away

In dementia’s grip, fill in a form
Yours for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
Now I'm eighty-four