You just listen to the old pork chop express here now
And take his advice on a dark and stormy night
When the lightning's crashing and the thunder's rolling
And the rain's coming down in sheets thick as lead
Just remember what old Jack Burton does when the earthquakes
And the poison arrows fall from the sky
And the pillars of heaven shake
Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big old storm right square in the eye
And he says, "Give me your best shot, pal"
"I can take it"
