Every little thing Roxanne does is magic, so bring on the night.
You should be dancing at Woodstock, you sexy thing.
Jesus just left Chicago on the highway to hell, so people get ready.
Hit the road, Jack because the wind cries "Mary".
I'm not in love because love is a losing game.
This little red rooster is going down south, boom boom.
There's a tear in my beer so hold my liquor, monkey man.
I don't like Mondays because I can't get no Satisfaction.
I just don't know what to do with myself so hit the road, Jack.
Try a little tenderness, or are you experienced?