[Intro 1 – Spoken] “This is Jack Burton in the Pork Chop Express, and I’m talkin’ to whoever’s listenin’ out there.” [Musical Interlude] [Bass-led funk riff, brief chaotic fills] [Intro 2 – Spoken] “When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol’ Jack Burton always says at a time like that: ‘Have ya paid your dues, Jack?’ ‘Yes sir, the check is in the mail.’” [Verse 1 – Fast-talking / Rapped] Me and Wang roll in to meet his girl Green-eyed dream in a modern world They took Wang’s girl — a fight explodes We jump in fast and hit the road Chase them down to a back-alley war Blades flash quick, I’m duckin’ for sure Three Storms drop like a lightning strike I hit the gas and dodge the fight [Chorus 1 – Funky / Sung] Pork Chop Express, rollin’ wild tonight Spells and punches flying through the fight I’m Jack Burton, I don’t back down Hop in the rig, we’re owning this town [Spoken – after Verse 1] “I was born ready.” [Verse 2 – Fast-talking / Rapped] Back at the joint, we get ready to go Plans in motion, the girls are in tow Hit the White Tiger, now I’m in disguise Wang’s girl is snatched — Storms on the rise No second to lose, Wang and I roll tight Gracie by my side, chaos fuels the night Fists clenched, eyes sharp, the night’s our stage To Lo Pan’s lair — it’s time to engage [Spoken – after Verse 2] “Okay. You people sit tight, hold the fort and keep the home fires burning. And if we’re not back by dawn… call the president.” [Chorus 2 – Funky / Sung] Pork Chop Express, rollin’ wild tonight Spells and punches flying through the fight I’m Jack Burton, I don’t back down Hop in the rig, we’re owning this town [Guitar Solo – Instrumental] [Chaotic, funky, rising tension — bridges Chorus 2 to Verse 3] [Verse 3 – Fast-talking / Rapped] Lo Pan’s warehouse, every corner shakes Crates topple over, floorboards quake I duck and I weave, fists fly all around Egg Chen leaps in for the final round Magic strikes hard, the chaos rolls I fire at the ceiling, knocked out cold Lo Pan attacks, Egg counters with flair Sparks and fire fly, mayhem fills the air Lo Pan throws the knife, I throw it back He crashes hard — he can't go back [Spoken 1 – after Verse 3] “It’s all in the reflexes.” [Musical Interlude] [Bass-led chaotic funk riff, building tension] [Spoken 2 – after Verse 3] “We really shook the pillars of heaven, didn’t we, Wang?” [Musical Interlude / Bridge] [Short, dramatic, leads into outro] [Chorus 3 / Final Chorus – Funky / Sung] Pork Chop Express, rollin’ wild tonight Spells and punches flying through the fight I’m Jack Burton, I don’t back down Hop in the rig, we’ve conquered this town [Outro – Spoken] “Just remember what ol’ Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol’ storm right square in the eye and he says, ‘Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it.’”
