Buffy Sainte-Marie - Gonna Feel Much Better When You're Gone lyrics

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 to a fool, makin' up a rule, Tell it to a rabbit in 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 about 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 birdie 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 about 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.