[!filk] Please forgive me if I sound egoistical when I say that I giggled at my humor whilst writing this filk. The scanning may seem off, but I don't worry about scanning. Sing the filk over the original song, and it should fall into place. [/!filk]

When I'm Sixty-four
A filk of a song by the same title,
By: ph00tbag
Apologies to the Beatles

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be posting up a comic strip,
Awaited by many fanboys and blips?
If I'd stayed up 'till 4:23*,
Would you still draw more,

Will you still need me,
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older too,
And if you continue,
I would not stop you.

I'd still be here on these forums of yours,
Writing silly things.
You can draw your comic by the windowsill,
Monday morning, read it I will.
Same on Wednesday, Friday as well.
Who could ask for more?

Will you still need me,
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

In the time between your stress-ed panic
In a blockage of write, three nights a week,
You will carry on.
Brainchildren on your mind.
Piro, Largo and Dom.

Post in the forums from time to time
Stating point of view.
If you do not like it, do not read it, you say,
Yours sincerely, wasting away.
Don't ever stop this comic of yours.
Draw for evermore.

Will you still need me,
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

*This was literally the time when I looked down at my computer's clock for the time. Yes, that is AM.
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When I'm Sixty-four
By: The Beatles

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings 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 it you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights 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,
In the isle of wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera chuck & 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 for evermore

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

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