(Words by Van Halen). I grabbed that telephone. I thought we were alone. Tellin' me there's company your husband's comin' home. I been thinkin' 'bout this Saturday night with you. I been thinkin' 'bout it all week long. And now I'm gonna lose it 'cause that son of a bitch. Got me singin' that same old song. Got one foot out the door. Time to hit the road. Ain't no match for your mean ol' man. I think it's time to roll. Got one foot out the door. Got one foot out the door. Keep the motor runnin'. Don't ya let it cool down. Foot flat to the floor. Put the pedal to the metal. And beat it out of town. Come-comin' back back for more. (Guitar Solo).