| If your mem’ry serves you well, | 
| We were goin' to meet again and wait, | 
| So I’m goin' to unpack all my things | 
| And sit before it gets too late. | 
| No man alive will come to you | 
| With another tale to tell, | 
| But you know that we shall meet again | 
| If your mem’ry serves you well. | 
| This wheel’s on fire, | 
| Rolling down the road, | 
| Best notify my next of kin, | 
| This wheel shall explode! | 
| If your mem’ry serves you well, | 
| I was goin' to confiscate your lace, | 
| And wrap it up in a sailor’s knot | 
| And hide it in your case. | 
| If I knew for sure that it was yours… | 
| But it was oh so hard to tell. | 
| But you knew that we would meet again, | 
| If your mem’ry serves you well. | 
| This wheel’s on fire, | 
| Rolling down the road, | 
| Best notify my next of kin, | 
| This wheel shall explode! | 
| If your mem’ry serves you well, | 
| You’ll remember you’re the one | 
| That called on me to call on them | 
| To get you your favors done. | 
| And after ev’ry plan had failed | 
| And there was nothing more to tell, | 
| You knew that we would meet again, | 
| If your mem’ry served you well. | 
| This wheel’s on fire, | 
| Rolling down the road, | 
| Best notify my next of kin, | 
| This wheel shall explode! |