| Song | Pack up Your Troubles |
| Artist | Slade |
| Album | Nobody's Fools |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Holder, Lea | |
| 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 | |
| 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 [Chorus Repeat] | |
| 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 [Chorus Repeat] | |
| 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. [Chorus Repeat] | |
| All you're ever ever gonna do will workout fine | |
| Go catch a fish on the line. |
| zuo ci : Holder, Lea | |
| 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 | |
| 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 Chorus Repeat | |
| 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 Chorus Repeat | |
| 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. Chorus Repeat | |
| All you' re ever ever gonna do will workout fine | |
| Go catch a fish on the line. |
| zuò cí : Holder, Lea | |
| 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 | |
| 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 Chorus Repeat | |
| 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 Chorus Repeat | |
| 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. Chorus Repeat | |
| All you' re ever ever gonna do will workout fine | |
| Go catch a fish on the line. |