Hit The Road, Jack
Ray Charles
Hit the Road Jack and don'tcha come back
No more no more no more no more,
Hit the Road Jack and don'tcha come back
No more
What'd you say
Old woman old woman, don't you treat me so mean,
You're the meanest old woman that I ever have seen,
I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)
Oh Baby, Oh Baby, don't you treat me this-a way
'Cause I'll get back on my feet some day,
Don't care if you do, cause it's understood,
You ain't got no money, and you just ain't no good
Well I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)
Busta!
What did you call me?
You are ridicules!
Wha?
Why don't you pack your little suitcases and go on back to Barbalusa (yea)
Well...I just may just do it baby, I just may hit the road and try to find myself!
Find yourself? Well if you do, and when you do GET LOST!
Who? Me?
That's right