| 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 angry crowd | 
| They don’t think what they say | 
| Before they open their mouth | 
| You gotta | 
| 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 kit bag | 
| 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 | 
| We got no penny, no pound | 
| So if your business is running out | 
| It’s not my business to talk about | 
| They don’t think what to say | 
| Before they open their mouth | 
| You gotta | 
| 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 kit bag | 
| Don’t worry about the cavalry | 
| I don’t care what the whisperers say | 
| Cause they whisper too loud for me | 
| Tweet, tweet | 
| Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet | 
| Tweet, tweet, tweet | 
| Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet | 
| Tweet, tweet, tweet | 
| Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet | 
| Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet | 
| You gotta | 
| 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 kit bag | 
| Don’t worry about the cavalry | 
| I don’t care what the whisperers say | 
| Cause they whisper too loud for me | 
| Yeah, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh | 
| Yeah, eh, eh, eh | 
| Yeah, eh, eh, eh |