When I’m Ninety-five

Old Beatles members crossing a street with walkers.
Illustration by Luci Gutiérrez

Beatles lyrics updated for their contemporaries, on the occasion of Ringo Starr’s recent eighty-fifth birthday.

Listen
Do you want to know a secret?
Do you promise not to tell?
Whoa, oh, oh
Closer
Let me whisper in your ear
It’s the left one that still hears?
Now I’ve forgotten what I wanted to say
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh.

Anytime at all
Before 9 p.m.
Anytime at all
Before 9 p.m.
Anytime at all
If I’m not in bed just call
And I’ll be there.

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
You’d think some of them would’ve at least sent food for Eleanor’s wake.

Doctor Robert
You’re a new and better man
Though he’s off most Medicare plans
Pay out of pocket if you can
Doctor Robert.

When I get older, losing my mind
Not that long from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, hydralazine?
If I keep napping past quarter to three
Would you assume I’m alive?
Will you still feed me, please don’t delete me
When I’m ninety-five.

Why don’t we do it if we can
Why don’t we do it if we can
Cialis will be helping us
Why don’t we do it if . . . oh, well.

I call your name
But you’re not there
Was I to blame?
For not texting instead?
Oh, I left a long voice mail
Though no one listens to them anymore
(I just wanted you to know that Rachel’s cousin’s brother-in-law has leukemia, but I think the good kind.)
I never keep it short
I call your name.

Turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream
It is not dying
It is not dying
Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void
I really hope it’s not dying
It feels like it might be dying
That you may see the meaning of within
I think I’ll get up now
Thank God I can get up now.

Asked that gal what she wanted of me
She said, “Listen, babe, come and see.
My kids took my car and it’s breaking my heart
But let’s take a spin in this sweet golf cart.”

Here comes the sun
Doo dun doo doo (phew!)
Here comes the sun and I say
I’m still here!

Well, she was just seventy
Work done, from eyes to knees
But I’m almost sure she still had her own hair
Well, I couldn’t dance with another
Ooooo!
Or anyone in level-four care.

Woke up, got out of bed
So glad I wasn’t dead
Found my way downstairs despite my knees
And looking up . . . I forgot why I’d walked into the room
[Breathing sounds]
Found my phone, but not my keys
If you see them, tell me, please
Found my way upstairs to make a call
But couldn’t make it work, these new phones are such a pain
Iiii . . . Iiii aiii aiii . . . Iiii aiii aiiiiiii . . . .
I’d love . . .
To turn . . .
This on.

Yesterday . . .
That’s all I really have to say. ♦