When I am an old man I shall wear red socks
And a sombrero and sit and snooze in the sun
And I shall spend my pension on gin and tonic and ice
And a saddle for my horse
Which I shall ride across the sierras
And I shall say sorry but no more direct debits or decorating
Or cutting the grass every Sunday
And visiting people I don't care for
And looking at their holiday snaps or videos
I shall own a silver sports car
And fly along country lanes at 120 miles an hour
With the top down. And pick up hitch hikers
But only if they are beautiful
Or Bohemian ladies in purple
You can give up ironing
And worrying about the children
And what anyone thinks
We could get up at eleven
And go to bed after midnight
And learn to go white water rafting
While smoking cigars
I think I should start to learn now!
It sounds fun
