The checkered floor was checkered no more They tore out the floors and the ceiling And the place has a stale smell of old memories And the fixtures are there for the stealing But who wants to buy these memories now With a sweetness like candy that's cotton Who wants yesterday's news today Gone once, gone twice Gone forgotten There's a dirty old mattress full of stains and burns And each one tells a story And it's been through bed-wetting and a couple of weddings Through nightmares and wet dreams of glory But who wants to buy these memories now With a sweetness like candy that's cotton Who wants yesterday's news today Gone once, gone twice Gone forgotten Gone forgotten Gone forgotten I gotta walk away from these dirty old shoes They've been in too many places But I'm hung out to dry by my laces But who wants to buy these memories now With a sweetness like candy that's cotton Who wants yesterday's news today Gone once, gone twice Gone, gone, gone, gone forgotten Gone forgotten Gone forgotten Gone forgotten Gone forgotten Gone forgotten