I seem to have enough room in my brain for a finite number of songs at any given time. If I learn a new one (rare enough, sad to say), then an old one drops out. Unfortunately, I never know which one has dropped out until I try to sing it...

Like Joe, I tend to rely on cheat sheets. I'd love to be able to do without them, but I think it's less disruptive to sneak a peek at a piece of paper than it is to stand there rolling my eyes to the ceiling and mumbling, "ummm...er...dammit...what IS that verse..."   

Someone once sent my late mother a poem which started out, "Of all the things I've had and lost, I miss my mind the most." Wish I had the rest of it. The poem, I mean... The mind too, I guess...

Nancy