I can't remember anything.
(And the) doctor's who I told this.
He found it out.
My memory's gone.
I think the doctor's trying to figure out why
I'm having trouble remembering the past.
He found out at last.
Alzheimer's making my brain such a sieve.
And some drugs he will give.

I can't remember the day when I moved to Santa Monica.
There's something in my brain that's suddenly useless for anything.
I can't remember the fact that I live in Santa Monica.
I can't remember my address so I can drive home now.

Take two of these - every time before you go to sleep.
Make sure you don't forget the time - ironic don't you think??
Remember every day and your memory'll be okay.
Then he said "That'll be 99.83!"

He said I needed to pay for my drug named Formacolica.
I can't remember the way to say it or spell it or anything.
But I proceeded to sign on my check for Formacolica.
I took my drugs and then left there feeling much older.

I wanted more than this. I needed more than this.
I deserve more than this. But it just won't pop.
It seems to fade away.

I needed more than this. I wanted more than this.
I don't get help from this. And it just won't stop.
My memory's fading away.

But I remember the day I got duped by Dr. Bonica.
He gave me pills that failed to bring back my memory or anything.
I'll go back one more time and he'll charge me 99.
And I then I'll just go back there over and over.

I can't remember the day when I killed my Aunt Veronica.
I ended up in jail for this temporary insanity.
My brain just ain't working right since I took that Formacolica.
I guess I'll have to wait 'til my lawsuit's over.