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 calvery
I don't care what the whipseres 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 shit going down,
Got penny but no pound So if your business is running out
It's not my buisness to talk about
They don't think what to 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 calvery
I don't care what the whipseres say
Cause they whisper too loud for me