["Modern science has extended human life. But is longevity what you really want? Be careful what you wish for ... Come on ... face the music!"] Will I still be active, passionate and full of life? Or will I feel redundant, Yearning for the day I'll die ... Will I still be relevant, or will I be ignored? Never thought I'd wonder What the future has in store ... When I'm a hundred sixty-four Where will I be living, marble palace or dirt floor? When will I get my pension, I wouldn't want to work no more ... When I'm a hundred sixty-four Will I turn grey, or sport a toupee? Or even care anymore ... At a hundred sixty-four I hope I'll still be noticed. Turning heads like before Will I be cool or nerdy, up-to-date or dinosaur When I'm a hundred sixty-four Will I be lazy, stuck in my chair It all seems so crazy, guess I won't care anymore ... At a hundred sixty-four I might just be bored ... At a hundred sixty-four