Best opening lyric

You’re the cutest thing that I did ever see
I really love your peaches wanna shake your tree


You're a no good — heartbreaker
You're a liar and you're a cheat
And I don't know why
I let you do these things to me


Hit the road, Jack
And don’t you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more



Up in the morning
Out on the job
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day

 

Hast du etwas Zeit für mich?

 

If you want to hang out, you've gotta take her out

 

Everybody wants you. Everybody wants your love.

 

I'm done.

 

What's with these homies dissin' my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent?

Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris

Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright
Hear him whip the women just around midnight

Ooh, a storm is threatening
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Ooh yeah I'm gonna fade away

When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze

 

I woke up in a Soho doorway, a policeman knew my name
He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight if you can get up and walk away"

I went home with a waitress, the way I always do
How was I to know she was with the Russians too?

 

Hello darkness my old friend...

 

There is freedom within
There is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup​

But the best lyrics are later in the song.

Now I'm walking again
To the beat of a drum
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead
Barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and release​

 

Raised to be a lady by the golden rule
Alice was the spawn of a public school
With a double-barrel name in the back of her brain
And a simple case of mummy-doesn't-love-me blues

 

I went to a party last Saturday night.
I didn’t get laid, I got into a fight.
Uh-huh. It ain’t no big thing.

 

Josie’s on a vacation far away.
Come around and talk it over.
So many things I wanna say.
You know I like my girls a little bit older.