Heather was told I'm a billionaire,
no prenuptual,
Her solicitor may try to get her half,
I preferred getting busted for hash.
When Linda died I got so depressed,
found a one-leg whore,
She called me honey, wanted me money,
Now I'm sixty-four

Now I cry "boo-hoo", I ask some hot groupie, "Could I sleep with you?" (dadadadadadada dada, dadadada)

I could seduce you, singing my songs,
when the lights are low.
Please have sex with this sexagenarian,
Make me feel like I'm in Hamburg again.
Doing the groupies, smokin' the weed,
Who could ask for more?
First I was fetal, then was a Beatle, Now I'm sixty four.

Once I sang "Can't Buy Me Love",
but that's exactly what I
did when I married Mills.
She's a pimp's white slave.
Ah, grandchildren on my knee,
Arthur, Miller, Babe.

Send me an Email, drop some acid
Still the Sixties Man
Me and Ringo got a lot of living to do,
Just you watch more groupies I'll screw.
Get in their pants and then I will score, sex forever more.
Now it's my birthday, had to come someday, Now I'm sixty four.

......Lovely Heather, Heather Mills, took my money and left me......