Paul, You Are Sixty-Four Now
“Doing the garden, digging the weeds—who could ask for more?”
When I'm Sixty-Four, by The Beatles
When I'm Sixty-Four, by The Beatles
All the lyrics from my daily outgoing voicemail messages, so you don't have to call me every day. So please don't call me every day. Seriously.
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