 Come on, hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more. Now, baby, listen, baby, don't you treat me this way, for I'll be back on my feet someday. 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 say so, I'll have to pack my things and go. That's right, hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.