With Apologies to Paul and John
To the tune of “When I’m 64” by The Beatles:
When I get older, postings are rare, a couple hours from now
Will you still be clicking on things underlined, email links and commenting fine?
If I don’t post ‘till week number three, would you get too bored?
Will you still need me, will you still read me
When I’m thirty-four?Mmmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
You’ll be older, too. (Aaaaah)
And if you say the word,
I will post for you.I could eat candy, noting the lines written on the wrap
You could read other sites while waiting for posts, read a good book or take a long nap
Talking of cats and Snakes on a Plane, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still read me
When I’m thirty four?Every year in school I will comment on and write about, if it’s not too drear.
I will rant and rave.
Comments are welcome from: all of you. And Dave.Send me an email, drop me a line, tell me ‘bout your blog.
Indicate precisely if you’ve got an URL, I might link to you, boy or a girl.
So for now I’ll keep posting these things, rambling more and more
Will you still need me, will you still read me,
When I’m thirty-four?
Based on my friend Kat’s singing just the line “When I’m thirty-four” on the phone. She’d kill me if I didn’t give her at least a little credit.
Yes I shall! Hahaha, this is awesome.
Using that line, "talking of cats and Snakes on a Plane" is my favorite way to break into conversations.
Great retooling there!