Eight Years Of Rock And Roll Has Completely Destroyed My Memory

I’ve got no memories
Oooh that’s what I need
I’ve got no past or yesterdays
Memories is what I need
But these memories are made for speed
I’ve forgot this morning
Forgot this evening too
I’ll have to beg your pardon
Your name starts with a Q
Oh no it’s something I’ve missed
My memory’s missed
I understand about your tan
So let me sleep tonight
If there’s a song in my throat
Guess it’s something I ate
I guess must be throwing up
So kiss me
And make me believe
In ideologies
And the streets of sesame
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh wah!
I’ve got a good idea
To write my memories down
Then I’ll have nothing to fear
When mine lets me down
I’ll find names and addresses on paper on the ground
I’m good with faces, no good with names