Gonna Feel Much Better

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.