Pack Up
Your
Troubles
Noddy Holder/Jimmy Lea on "Nobody's Fools"
Somewhere down in the city there's a mad dog madder /
Somewhere out in the sticks there's a sad cat sadder /
But you ain't gonna let it got on top of you /
No you ain't gonna let it get a hold /
You gotta get out of that rut before you get old
So pack up your troubles and go head for the hills /
Leave all your worries behind /
Pack up your liquor and your cigarettes and your pills /
Go catch a fish on the line
Somewhere over the sun there's a bebop hummin' /
Somewhere down at the station there's a freedomtrain commin' /
Can you hear that chugga luggin better get on board /
Get out of the wind and the cold /
You gotta get out of that rut before you get old
So pack up your troubles and go head for the hills /
Leave all your worries behind /
Pack up your liquor and your cigarettes and your pills /
Go catch a fish on the line
Somewhere up in the sky there's a big big dadda, /
Sometime you'll have to climb up a dangerous ladder; /
But there ain't such a word as impossible, /
And there's always the never ending dream, /
And things ain't never as bad as they might seem
So pack up your troubles and go head for the hills /
Leave all your worries behind /
Pack up your liquor and your cigarettes and your pills /
Go catch a fish on the line
Somewhere on the horizon there's a deep hole waitin' /
No one, no one at all is ever gonna get away; /
You gotta reach out and touch the impossible, /
And never ever let it get a hold, /
You better get out of that rut before you get old.
So pack up your troubles and go head for the hills /
Leave all your worries behind /
Pack up your liquor and your cigarettes and your pills /
Go catch a fish on the line
All you're ever ever gonna do will workout fine /
Go catch a fish on the line.
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