Wayback
In the middle of the night I woke with an idea for a song
It was catchy, it was clever, not to short and not too long
Didn't write it down, thought I'd remember in the morning
There's no way that this could leave my mind
Oh
I wish that I could turn back time and make up for my yesterdays
Call up Mr. Peabody and jump in the Wayback Machine
I once met a girl who treated me with care
She was brilliant, she was beautiful, and had such wonderful hair
But now she's just a dream I let her fade into my memory
I never should have let her get away
Oh
I wish that I could turn back time and make up for my yesterdays
Call up Mr. Peabody and jump in the Wayback Machine
I was hired by the government to work on an atomic bomb
I was so focused on the task I didn't question right from wrong
Little did I know that they would use the bomb against me
That's some way to pay me for my work
Oh
I wish that I could turn back time and make up for my yesterdays
Call up Mr. Peabody and jump in the Wayback Machine
I met up with Saint Peter on the road to Heaven's Gate
I asked for my admittance but he said I asked too late
Now I'm in the furnace in that fiery lake of sulfur
The ghost of Hitler downing by my side
Oh
I wish that I could turn back time and make up for my yesterdays
Call up Mr. Peabody and jump in the Wayback Machine
Jump in the Wayback Machine
Jump in that Wayback Machine
It was catchy, it was clever, not to short and not too long
Didn't write it down, thought I'd remember in the morning
There's no way that this could leave my mind
Oh
I wish that I could turn back time and make up for my yesterdays
Call up Mr. Peabody and jump in the Wayback Machine
I once met a girl who treated me with care
She was brilliant, she was beautiful, and had such wonderful hair
But now she's just a dream I let her fade into my memory
I never should have let her get away
Oh
I wish that I could turn back time and make up for my yesterdays
Call up Mr. Peabody and jump in the Wayback Machine
I was hired by the government to work on an atomic bomb
I was so focused on the task I didn't question right from wrong
Little did I know that they would use the bomb against me
That's some way to pay me for my work
Oh
I wish that I could turn back time and make up for my yesterdays
Call up Mr. Peabody and jump in the Wayback Machine
I met up with Saint Peter on the road to Heaven's Gate
I asked for my admittance but he said I asked too late
Now I'm in the furnace in that fiery lake of sulfur
The ghost of Hitler downing by my side
Oh
I wish that I could turn back time and make up for my yesterdays
Call up Mr. Peabody and jump in the Wayback Machine
Jump in the Wayback Machine
Jump in that Wayback Machine
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