My Memory Bank
My memory bank is outta funds
Someone musta robbed me in the night
Think my name's either Jack or Charlie
Can't remember which one is right
Had to look on my driver's license
To determine if I am who I am
That's quite sad, seems I've lost my identity
Maybe I'm a very famous man
Ever heard of someone regaining their youth
Like totally full of beans once more
Stealing hubcaps and other naughty stuff
What a hoot that would be, for sure
Dream on little fellow, it ain't gonna happen
You're doomed to a life of Metamucil
It sure was a blast while the damn thing lasted
Old age surely can be quite brutal
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