Текст песни beautiful south - When I`m 84
beautiful south - When I`m 84 слова песни
Queueing with the old folkThere`s and old man with a wicked smileNot through smug politenessHe`s doing it in styleNo savings book or flannel slacksNo "Pardon" when I heard them askJust a vodaphone and a filofaxWhen I`m 64I`ll dream onThey all bore the milkmanStop him for hours at their front gateHe just sists and thinksI`ll make the bastard waitNo dribbling or incontinenceNo longing for the old sixpenceJust smoking weed till age makes senseWhen I`m 74I`ll dream onThey all save for BlackpoolJust for the cheap companionshipMeanwhile he counts penniesFor a different tripNo smoking pipes and drinking bitterNo eyeing up the baby sitterI`ll trip up kids and I`ll drop my litterWhen I`m 84I`ll dream onWhen I`m 84I`ll dream on lateI`ll dream onAnd I`ll whisper lateYou`re in your nineties ArthurBe careful with your backExercise your musclesI`d rather JackI`d rather Jack