Lyrics Composed by Garry & ChatGPT. Music and vocals by Suno. Photos by bullwhippers.com, WhatsApp and Facebook.
Produced by Garry using Camtasia in 2026.
When you’re sixty-three
Will you still drink with me?
Spurs on the telly, pint in hand
Laughing like we never planned
When you’re sixty-three
Same whipper crew, same bad knees
Here’s to mates, to memories
Yeah — Lucky is sixty-three
From Ipswich days to Colchester nights
Reuters suits to pub delights
Spain and Portugal, Belgium beer
Amsterdam nights, hazy but clear
When you’re sixty-three
Will you still drink with me?
Round the square, wheelchair support
Chariots of beer, ladies bought
When you’re sixty-three
Still loud, drunken gloriously
On our knees at Garry Oakie
Yeah — Lucky is sixty-three
Spurs at the Lane, hope each year
Cricket summers, bloody good cheer
Ashes lost, didn't get many runs
Life still laughs — even when it stuns
Writing your book, taking a while
It'll be worth it when we all smile
Rolling stories, tyre by tyre
Turning memories into something higher
Now you’re sixty-three
Best damn company
Raise a glass, sing Hi-Ho loud
Proud, handsome, well endowed
When you’re sixty-three
You’re exactly who you should be
Happy birthday, legend and free
Yeah — Chris is sixty-three