The Death of Doc Emmett Brown in Back to the Future

I sit here in the darkness with my father,

slurping Pepsi, passing popcorn round.

The Libyans come fast around the corner,

pump Doc Brown with automatic fire.

My feet are dangling, inches from the ground.

I sit here in the darkness with my father,

as Marty hits 88 miles an hour,

goes back to ’55, to warn Doc Brown.

The Libyans come fast around the corner,

pump Doc Brown with automatic fire:

he gets up, dusts his bulletproof vest down.

I sit here in the darkness with my father,

who starts to gently snore. Now time goes quicker:

the cinema’s knocked down, moved out of town;

the Libyans come fast around the corner

on DVD. My boy asks for Transformers

instead as, from the wall, his bamp looks down.

I sit here in the darkness with my father.

The Libyans come fast around the corner.