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
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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
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
Writer: DAVE ROTHERAY, PAUL HEATON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group