I remember I remember the house where I was born.
The little bathroom down the hall where 19 raced each morn.
My 13 brothers hated me; my sisters felt the same.
Mom never called me up to eat; she didn't know my name.

I remember I remember the joys my schoolhouse gave;
How I came late to second grade because I had to shave.
I think that I shall ne'er forget a girl named Emmy Lou.
I carried home her books from school - her boyfriend told me to.

I remember I remember the walls so pale and white
That turned a vivid bloody red when mom and dad would fight.
I learned about the birds and bees when I was ten and three,
But I was so confused I thought that I should wed a bee.

I remember I remember all kinds of boyhood things.
How glad I am these memories can launch my heart on wings.
They bring much pleasure to my life; they give me quite a kick.
They also help my analyst to find out why I'm sick!