(Chorus)
If I could go back then, (back then)
If I could go back when, (back when)
And step into the past, (way back)
I'd do it all again. (again)
If I could go back then, (back then)
If I could go back when (back when)
I was a stupidass, (dumbass)
I'd do it all again. (again)
Some days I wake up and I wonder "What would Buddha do?"
And then I jump into my fruity little Subaru
Some dudes'll front: "How do you do, Mama?"
Because some women see the moolah, and say "Ooh-la-la,"
But I say "Whoo-sah."
I don't smooch on muchachas who need mucha
To mooch off. I'm cool, for, like, a futon out in Utah
A yurt up in the Yukon
When hurtin', but I'll go back to herding stupid yaks in Bhutan
Or cop a coupe with coupons
But when you get a F.U.P.A. like a dugong
I'll treat you supa dupa, we can't do wrong
Cause beauty is a dude who puts the moves on, then moves on
We're all moving as true pawns
And get chewed in the food chain
We're all nude in the new dawn
Brain screwed on
With a plain birthday suit on
So let's graduate human, Summa Kumbaya, huge honors
So you goners should do the do, and do wander the blue yonder
Cause trying to fool the future takes too long
If I could go back then, (back then)
If I could go back when, (back when)
And step into the past, (way back)
I'd do it all again. (again)
If I could go back then, (back then)
If I could go back when, (back when)
I was a stupidass, (dumbass)
I'd do it all again. (again)