Gonna Feel Musch Better W - 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.