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  [1] 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