Gonna Feel Much Better When You're Gone Songtext

von Buffy Sainte-Marie

Tell it to a bear, judgin' at a fair
Tell it to the leader of a cause;
Tell it to the mayor, sittin' in a chair,
Tell it to a jolly Santa Claus.

Tell it a fool, makin' up a rule,
Tell it to a rabbitin a tree;
Tell it to a mule, swimmin' in a pool,
Tell it to a bubble in the sea.

But don't tell me about your troubles,
Don't tell me about your tears,
Don't tell me the worries that you know;
'cause I'm packing up my heartaches in your suitcase, honey dear,
And I'm gonna feel much better when you're gone.

Tell it to a frog, settin' on a log,
Tell it to a berry in a pie;
Tell it to a dog, barkin' at a hog,
Tell it to a birdle in the sky.

Tell it to a goat, ridin' in a boat,
Tell it to a drummer in a band;
Tell it to a shoat, swimmin' in a moat,
Tell it to a pebble in the sand.

But don't tell me about your troubles,
Don't tell me about your tears,
Don't tell me the worries that you know;
'cause I'm packing up my heartaches in your suitcase, honey dear,
And I'm gonna feel much better when you're gone.