| lyric | Hit the road, Jack,
and don’t you come back no more,
no more, no more, no more!
Hit the road, Jack,
and don’t you come back no more!
What you say?
1. Oh woman, oh woman don’t treat me so mean,
you’re the meanest old woman that I’ve ever seen.
I guess if you said so,
I’ll have to pack my things and go?
That’s right!
2. Now Baby, listen, Baby don’t you treat me this a-way,
well, I’ll be back on my feet some day!
Don’t care if you do, ’cause it’s understood,
you ain’t got no money, you just ain’t no good!
Well, I guess if you said so,
I’ll have to pack my things and go?
That’s right! |