Из альбома: Live! from the Troubadour
Chorus
If 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)
Verse 1 
I might have a weak chin, but i don't have a glass jaw 
so watch your fist glance off my cheek skin and back off 
i cut my teeth on the blacktop, i'm used to something cruel 
cause in my youth, my tooths were crowded as the public schools 
where we moved above the rules 
where the currency was percocets 
where i showed up early rocking headgear and turtlenecks 
this nerd'll flex and you won't see this man pout 
cause the traits that got us beat down, are what make us stand out 
so let your tongue hang out if you got lips like Mick Jagger 
plant and stand proud with that little kid swagger 
the subtle it factor of the baddest individuals 
cause adamant originals don't end up in pigeon holes 
which gets my thinking it's a damn shame dorks 
don't pop their pimples like they're champagne corks 
I work the quirks, cause if I didn't start sloppily 
I'd never clean up this cotdamn properly 
Verse 2 
I never threw like Elway 
or overthrew like El Che 
so i moved to LA, to the land of milk and self hate 
But one day, I'll strip and then strut buck down the sunset strip as it was a runway 
I'm thinking maybe Sunday 
and if you need sensei for sexy, just text me. I stay by San Vicente and La Brea where the rent's cheap 
so you can't tempt me, with a Beamer, Benz or Bentley 
that's complete with penis envy, and even keyless entry 
'cause see, I'm makeing ends meet, care to be friendly? 
And make ends meet? In my backseat in an awkward frenzy 
Once in a parking lot while practicing anatomy 
I was knocking elbows till the music zapped the battery 
and dammit it was bad but I'm not mad I brought my A game 
even we sat there naked the man from Triple A came 
and it was way lame, but I've got on good authority, 
she boldly told the sordid story to her whole sorority
Verse 3 
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 mula, and say 'ooh lala' 
but i say 'woo-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 cum laude, huge honors, 
so you goners should do the do and do wander the blue yonder 
cause trying to fool the future takes too long
(Grazie a Lorenzo Nobile per questo testo)