Pack Up

I get tired and upset
And I'm trying to care a little less
When I Google, I only get depressed
I was taught to dodge those issues I was told
Don't worry, there's no doubt
There's always something to cry about
When you're stuck in an angry crowd
They don't think what they say before they open their mouths

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don't care what the people may say
What the people may say about me
Pack up your troubles, get your old grin back
Don't worry about the cavalry
I don't care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me

Hot topic, maybe I should drop it
It's a touchy subject
And I like to tiptoe 'round, the ship going down
Got penny, but no pound
So if your business is running out
It's not my business to talk about
They don't think what they say before they open their mouths

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don't care what the people may say
What the people may say about me
Pack up your troubles, get your old grin back
Don't worry about the cavalry
I don't care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me

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Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don't care what the people may say
What the people may say about me
Pack up your troubles, get your old grin back
Don't worry about the cavalry
I don't care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah