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[1] 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

Chorus 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