Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables or BTTF. If someone feels that these lyrics are too close to the original, just tell me, and I will take this down. And yes, I know that these lyrics don't fit the meter, but I don't care.

Oh Great Scott, hear my prayer

In my need, you have always been there

He is young, he's afraid

Let him rest, Einstein-blessed.

Bring him back

To his time

Eighty-five.

He's like the son I might have known

If genetics had granted me a son

The DeLorean glides through all time

How fast it flies, on and on

And I am old, and will be killed by Libyans...

Bring him peace, bring him joy

He is young, he hasn't even been born yet

You can take, you can give

Let him be, let him exist

If I dissolve

Let me dissolve

Let him exist

Bring him back to

The future...