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