He's a man so full of style and grace Any woman'd be impressed Takes a smile and paints it on your face Makes you feel like you've been blessed Promises things so special Seems to come right from a song As soon as you begin to feel secure You turn around and he is gone Packin his bags He's gotta go, gotta go Packin his bags Gotta go He's a samsonite man Maybe he is just a rollin stone On the way from here to there Searchin for a place to call his own You wonder if he even cares So many years of heartache and pain Is all you seem to know him for Is it you or is it he to blame Whenever he walks out your door Packin his bags He's gotta go, gotta go Packin his bags Gotta go He's a samsonite man Where you always runnin to Away from me If the wind blows you in my direction And you come through to rendeuv Forget about your good intentions To leave me lonely and confused Mr. samsonite man, pack a bag That is my suggestion From here on out you will be leavin At my decression (YeaH) Packin his bags He's gotta go, gotta go Packin his bags Gotta go Packin his bags He's gotta go, gotta go Packin his bags Gotta go He's a samsonite man