Back To The Future Part III
Yes, the title's predictable
And so is the plot,
But we watch it anyway,
We're sad and should be shot.
Marty's back in the old wild west
With Doc, the time machine and a bullet-proof vest.
Fuckin' jobbies, man...the indians puncture his fuel tank
So Marty stops off for a drink and a wank
At a bar in town where he's confronted by Mad Dog Tannen, who, strangely enough is related to Biff and Griff from previous movies...however, it's completely pointless me saying he's related to Biff AND Griff, because you should already know that Griff is related to Biff, so, naturally, if he's related to Biff, he's going to be related to Griff then, isn't he? Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think!
Well, what are you looking at, butt-head?
Make like a tree and get outta here
So Marty runs away, daunted with fear
But he nearly gets hanged by mental cowboys
Until Doc shoots him down with one of his cool toys
There's no sex in this one for Marty, you know why?
Because he'd only get his bodger stuck in his McFly
Due to shaky hand disease, the curse of the Foxes
I think we should kill them and put them in boxes,
Burying them all six feet under
But, let's get back to the story, by thunder!!!
Great Scott, the Doc is going to be shot
By Mad Dog unless he is caught
So Marty and Doc want to go back to the future
But Doc saves Clara and wants to skooch her.
There should be no sexual activity from the Doc
He's about as attractive as one of Biff's socks
Or the shirts sold in Flip for only a pound
But this is irrelevant, back to the future, safe and sound...
In the end, all is well,
I skipped the whole plot....fuckin' hell!
I don't really care, you know how it ends
No, not with guitar licks and mental string bends
But with the time machine being destroyed by a train
And Marty's girlfriend on the porch again
And we think the Doc is gone forever
But in Teen Wolf they say : Never say....err...die.
He comes back with his sons Jules and Verne
Which surely causes us some concern
Because we thought the Doc had gone through the menopause
It must be the white hair and the clothing 'cos
He looked about a hundred in the first part
Now he's got kids and a wife who's a tart.
My God, this poem is incredibly long
Like the length of Marty's flexible prong
He uses to fix the Time Machine
To make it work and keep it clean
Doc gives Marty an old photograph
And all you emotionless wankers laughed
But I was crying my little eyes out
I grabbed at my hankies to ease my cute pout
To see "THE END" was no relief
I wanted to slap a large bit of beef
Because I want the saga to go on and on
And on and on
And on and on
And ariston
Which frightened Juan as a little child
Marty, Marty, where are you now?
You're trying to write with sweat on your brow
You're doing Spin Shitty and Family Ties
With your hands going everywhere and hate in your eyes
You want to sit still, whenever it suits you...
But that's what you get for going BACK TO THE FUTURE...
- Miguel C. Kesey