Hang­ing out on the cor­ner,
hang­ing out at the bar.
Hang­ing out at the water­front,
hang­ing out in my car.

Hang­ing out at bus stops,
hang­ing out in the park.
Hang­ing out in the day­time,
hang­ing out in the dark.

Hang­ing out in the check­out line,
hang­ing out get­ting the mail.
Until I got popped for inde­cent expo­sure,
now I’m hang­ing out in jail.

Searched this room for half a night,
and some­thing is miss­ing, some­thing is not right.
I can’t find that thumb drive thing,
full of all those dirty pic­tures that we took last Spring.

Let me calm down for a bit,
and try to remem­ber,
where I last saw it.
Top dresser drawer,
beneath my sock pile,
but I haven’t pulled the “spank bank” out in quite a while.

As I search through this house,
I am sweat­ing with fear.
I searched both dressers, the desk, even the trash,
and that tiny plas­tic thing isn’t here.

I wish I could find,
all of those pic­tures that we took,
wear­ing no more than just a look.

I wish I could find,
those dirty pics from that hotel,
for which we are surely going to Hell.

Was it acci­den­tally taken by a friend,
at that din­ner party we had last week­end?
Everyone’s gonna know about the thing with my behind,
if they see those pics we can’t find.

Walk­ing to my 9 to 5,
still obsess­ing over the mys­tery of the lost thumb drive.
But I’m dis­tracted con­stantly,
by peo­ple wav­ing and honk­ing their car horns at me.

They shout out things like, “Dude, your wife’s hot!”,
“Way to go man!“
and “Nice money shot!“
Is this a night­mare?
Is this hap­pen­ing?
How do strangers know about my wife’s nip­ple ring?

Right then my friend calls me up, and asks me,
“How much did you get?“
Appar­ently, he thinks that I’m now some rich porn star,
because those pics we couldn’t find are on the Internet.

Seems now you can find,
our pics from dri­ving to IOP,
when she was “stick shift­ing” for me.

And now you can find,
the cos­tume play pic­tures as well,
even “Smur­fette and Gargamel”.

I guess I could try and fight it legally,
but I’m broke because my job let go of me.
So for 30 a piece I guess you could have yours signed,
one of those pics we couldn’t find.

This silence is eat­ing me alive,
Against all odds, I’m here, I’ve arrived.
And then this car conks out,
fill­ing me with doubt,
that I’ll make it back to ’85?

I mean, sure, things got a lit­tle bizarre,
and I had made a mess of things by far.
But was I sup­posed to stay,
or look the other way,
while my Dad was creamed by a car?

Then my Mom got the hots for me,
and things couldn’t have been more heavy.
Plus that parked car kiss,
and the rest of this,
is gonna require so much therapy.

Though I never ever thought I would say,
that my Dad impressed me in any way,
Or that I would ever say that,
“Dad laid Biff out flat”,
but it actu­ally hap­pened today.

The storm winds con­tinue to hiss.
It all can’t end like this.
I even played with that band,
with a fad­ing right hand,
so that my folks could have their first kiss.

Then every­one in my pic­ture were restored.
And my fam­ily was as it will be before.
Plus, my hand came back,
so I took a crack,
at rockin’ that school gym down to the floor.

Sure, that band leader gave me a weird glance,
but how could I not take a chance?
Just a few days ago,
my band was a “no”,
and yet I still got to play a school dance.

And I know I bumped my return back a few,
but what else was I sup­posed to do?
Doc ripped up my note,
and wouldn’t read what I wrote,
so I’m just doing what I feel I have to.

Now the alarm clock’s bells are chim­ing.
Isn’t this just per­fect tim­ing?
Please start! Just a bit!
You stain­less steel piece of shit!
This engine should have already been priming!

Wait, what is this? Did it start?
Maybe head butting the steer­ing wheel was smart.
Yeah, my fore­head is sore,
but it’s pedal to the floor,
and we’re now mov­ing as fast as my heart.

The cour­t­house is now in sight!
Wow! That light­ning strike burst was bright!
Now I’m up to 88,
the DeLorean’s lined up straight,
next stop is back to the future tonight.

Jesus Christ, what is this I see?
Why is Doc wrestling around with a tree?
What is he doing?! Not fine!!
Lightning’s com­ing down that line!
What’s gonna hap­pen toooooooooooooooo…