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When I get even more old than I am nowI'll have a house overlooking the waterI'll read all the books that I never got 'round toPile all my suitcases up in the cornerThe lights of the city, they blink off and on againNames in my memory are there then they're gone againAlbums of photographs spread on the floor againI'll spend my evenings with Katherine of OregonI'll fill my garage up with things I've no use forObsolete knick-knacks that there's no excuse forI'll turn my back on the world's grand illusionsTake my delights in the simplest amusementsThe lights of the city, they blink off and on againNames in my memory are there then they're gone againAlbums of photographs spread on the floor againI'll spend my evenings with Katherine of OregonI'll wear my clothes with their colors all clashingThey'll be so old that they'll come back in fashionI'll sit on the beach with my paper wrapped luncheonI'll enjoy being the ancient curmudgeonThe lights of the city, they blink off and on againNames in my memory are there then they're gone againI'll have a jukebox, play Lonnie DoneganI'll spend my evenings with Katherine of Oregon From Letras Mania