When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and
And satin sandals, and say we've no money
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm
And gobble up samples in shops and press
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickles for a week
And hard pens and pencils and beermats and
things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear
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