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. (Repeat chorus) Oh, woman, oh, woman, oh you treat me so mean! You're the meanest old woman that I ever have seen. Well I guess if you say so I'll have to pack my things and go. (Chorus) Now Baby, listen Baby, don't you treat me this-a way 'Cause I'll be back on my feet someday. Don't care if you do, cause it's understood, You 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. Chorus