Back One Week To The Future

It’s been
One week since I arrived
November 5th, 1955
Seven days stuck in the past
I sure hope my headphone batt’ries will last
It’s been thirty years that I’ve traversed
Trapped here in fifties, oh what a curse
And I don’t know what happened to me
There’s not much to do down here in Hill Valley

Hello all, my name is Marty
I like to party
Just like the year was 1985
I like to rock around the clock
Although right now I am in shock
Because of Doc Brown, I am just lucky to be alive
Doc had me meet him down at the mall
His feat was not small
And so, he told me the story then
His invention was just too keen
It’s a time machine
And it was built from a DeLorean
Gotta make a break and then escape
Gotta push the car to eighty-eight
It’s not an option man, I just got to go faster
A van pulled up, and poor Doc Brown
The Lybians, they gunned him down
For their plutonium, to work the flux capacitor
How can I help it that I have to live behind the times?
What made me show up that late night at Twin Pines?
I’m the kinda guy who sticks out like a sore thumb
People assume I’m a sailor, that’s so dumb
I have to find young Doc and have him fix the time machine
I have to get myself back to the future

It’s been one week since I found the Doc
He assumed I was just a prank crock
Seven days of culture clash
To save my young father, I took a crash
And then, my mom started to woo
Nobody has got family ties like I do
Played the dance, just like Sadies'
But all I want to do is get home to the eighties

Doc: Great Scott!

Marty: Woah, woah, woah, Doc. Are you telling me I have to spend a week in 1955?

Doc: Yes Marty. So while I set up the lightning rod at the clock tower, you go make sure your mom and dad get together, or you’ll be erased from exsistence!

Marty: Oh, geez, this is heavy

Doc: There’s that word again. "Heavy?"

Getting a gropin' from my young mother
I possibly could be my own father
Watchin Biff Tannen, who my dad fears
He’s dumb as a steer
“Make like a tree and get outta here.”
Like Crispin Glover, I’m going mad
Because of my dad
Because he suffers from low self-esteem
Him and my mother gotta hook up
Before my time’s up
Because I’ll vanish like a cloud of steam
Gotta play the guitar at the dance
Just so my father has a chance
To spark the events that will lead up to their wedding
Gotta play a tune that really moves
Like Huey Lewis and The News
Jammin’ rad tracks that make the kids dance and sing
How can I help it that I have such a dorky dad?
When Biff went after my mom, he got real mad
He took a swing and knocked him cold on the concrete
Then kissed my mom, now my destiny's complete
The best of luck to you, but I have really got to go
My ride is leaving right at 10:04

It’s been one week and I wanna leave
I hope the Doc will read that note from me
This is my one and only shot
Voltage: one point twenty-one jigawatts
There was a big blue electric flash
Leave behind a pair of flaming tire tracks
Now I’m back in my home you see
In the eighties with my slightly improved family

So come see part two next time at the movies
So come see part three next time at the movies
Robert Zemeckis made lots of money