Chorus When you’re sixty-three Will you still drink with me? Spurs on the telly, pint in hand Laughing like we never planned When you’re sixty-three Same whipper crew, same bad knees Here’s to mates, to memories Yeah — Lucky is sixty-three Verse 1 From Ipswich days to Colchester nights Reuters suits to pub delights Spain and Portugal, Belgium beer Amsterdam nights, hazy but clear Chorus When you’re sixty-three Will you still drink with me? Round the square, wheelchair support Chariots of beer, ladies bought When you’re sixty-three Still loud, drunken gloriously On our knees at Garry Oakie Yeah — Lucky is sixty-three Verse 2 Spurs at the Lane, hope each year Cricket summers, bloody good cheer Ashes lost, didn't get many runs Life still laughs — even when it stuns Bridge (gentler) Writing your book, taking a while It'll be worth it when we all smile Rolling stories, tyre by tyre Turning memories into something higher Final Chorus (big finish) Now you’re sixty-three Best damn company Raise a glass, sing Hi-Ho loud Proud, handsome, well endowed When you’re sixty-three You’re exactly who you should be Happy birthday, legend and free Yeah — Chris is sixty-three
