A parody of “When I’m Sixty-Four” by The Beatles
by Irving Katz

When we go homeward after our date
Several hours from now
Will you still be buzzing from the Ballantine
And our Mad Dog bottle of wine?

We won’t get home ‘til quarter to three
Girl, you look so fine
Will you swal-low me after you blow me
When we 69?

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You’ll be horny too
And if you say the word
I’ll have sex with you

Come back to my place, I’ve got more booze
We can drink ‘til dawn
I’ve got a DVD that plays a fireside
Lay you down on rug of bear hide

Roll up a doobie, ‘cause I got weed
It will be divine
Will you swal-low me after you blow me
When we 69?

Every summer we can rent a cottage out on Put-In-Bay
With a keg of beer
We shall par-tizz-ay
And can you bring a friend
For my frat bro Dave?

Everything’s spinning, whirling around
In our field of view
There’s no way we’re fucking, much to my dismay
We both got so wasted today

Maybe tomorrow we can get laid
Then you will be mine
Will you swal-low me after you blow me
When we 69?

Whoo!