What kind of asshole drives a DeLorean?

Pre-Chorus (trade-off) You call it a comeback — I call it a rerun. You call it the future — But it’s 1985 again. You’re not time-traveling, you’re just circling back — To the same dead streets, the same dead tracks. You’re chasing years that don’t want you anymore, And you’re losing — you’ve been losing since before. I hope you hit 88 Just to go back in time — Only to to come back and find We’ve all moved on without you. Chorus What kind of asshole drives a DeLorean? And thinks that’s all it takes to turn heads? What kind of asshole drives a DeLorean? And you’re still talking about “going back,” Like the problem was ever the year. [Verse 2] Yeah, you’re chrome and leather, But you’re stuck in the past, Got the pedal to the floor Got a future so bright It’s burning your eyes, I hope you drive 88 miles per hour To go back in time — Just to erase yourself, And save us the trouble. [Prechorus] Pre-Chorus (shouted, call-and-response) Go fuck your mother, ( Delete your brother, ) Play the white savior, ( And steal rock ’n’ roll ) Again. Chorus What kind of asshole drives a DeLorean? And thinks that’s all it takes to turn heads? What kind of asshole drives a DeLorean? And you’re still talking about “going back,” Like the problem was ever the year.