There is no doubt I've been around
For years now though I've lost count
From here to there then back to here
I have all these missing years

Was I abducted by aliens
Beamed me up to scrub my brains
Looking for important stuff
Finding out there isn't much

Or perhaps in a comma
Where the early eighties is a goner
I spend my days in the way of wrestling
With where it went, I'm only guessing

I've racked my brains thinking back
Here one minute, gone the next
One thing I find that's much too clear
I have all these missing years

I really do hate to admit it
But my excess has seen no limits
You never get those brain cells back
And here is where I tend to lack

I find it hard to be conclusive
With all the excuses that I uses
From the Weather to Brain ******* Zombies
I use whatever excuses suit me

No way could it be old age
Where most my memories get misplaced
I know that they're somewhere round here
The reason for all of these missing years