pack up your troubles

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

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

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. all you're ever ever gonna do will workout fine

go catch a fish on the line.