Pack Up the Cats lyrics

i'm living well
i'm living well
i'm living well
i'm living well
i'm eating right, i'm working out
i'm living well
i'm eating right, i'm working out
i'm living well
i'm living well
i'm living well

all-right, oh yeah

here we go, i'm back again

act surprised when i come in

it's only me

it's only stupid me

you could never figure out

what was all the fuss about

i know its me

it's only stupid me

all-right, oh yeah

sickel-cell anemia

carpal tunnel and bolemia

don't get sick

it's only stupid me

you think you got the real deal

damaged goods are such a steal

You heard that we were great
But now you think we're lame
Since you saw the show last night
You hoped that we would rock
Knock it up a notch
Rockin' was nowhere in sight

And it's never good when it goes bad
No one likes to feel like they've been had
And it may be OK
But you won't wear our t-shirts now anymore

First the band looked wired
Then the band looked tired

standing at the edge of something
where discussions are like concussions
whisper in my ear
cigarettes and beer
they don't call me cool for nothing
too cool for school
nobody's fool
screw all the rules
my mind's abused
not quite amused
i'm just confused
yeah
comes so easily
when everything you want is suspect
attracted to the cool magnet
only adding to the confusion

i don't know where i went
my brain is up for rent
i feel like my whole life is spent
i don't know where i went
what do you do when its already everywhere?
what do you do when nobody really cares?
what do you do while its cool to fuck with you?
what do you do?
when you believe what they say about you
and even the things you know are not true
and you can't even ask yourself

things are good, nothing much for me to say
feeling happier everyday
things are good, i've got a simple mind
it seems like everything is going fine
fine and good
everything is fine and good
everything is running smooth this week
i don't even really feel the need to speak
but things are good, didn't mean to make you mad
people seem to like when things are bad
things are good

Say what you want to say to me
I don’t know who you know
But that’ll change eventually
I wanna know who you know
Wanna see what you say and have a field day today
Don’t need a reason
Wanna go where you go
Wanna see what you say and have a field day today
I wanna go
I’m all alone
Once you’ve been for a skid
I’m all alone
Doing everything you did

everything you want is done
you wanna run and all you wanna get is high
stand back and letting all the checks roll in
you've done enough to get you by
you don't even try
with your resume around your neck
loans are going unpaid
dinner dates are delayed
phones calls are never returned
toys in the driveway
ashes in the ashtray
bridges that you've yet to burn
i think its coming to you

its something in my mindwon't let my heart and head and mouth connectand something in my mind won't let myheart out of the darkness yetthat something in my mind, its locked awayits not overi'm not sober anymore

pack up the catsand move to the cityleave the checks and the balance behind???? in the cityi'll move with nothing left to prove to youit's such a lucky timenothing left to prove

i never fail to catch the small details
bigger things just seem to trigger things
you only know because i told you so
and yeah, i guess that's fine
its only me
now who else would it be?
with you
such a lucky time
with everything to prove
to you
its such a lucky time
with everything to prove
i'll never be just who i want to be
i've bought into the things i'd never do

she's my girl, she hates my job
she'd trade it all in for the time that it's robbed
she's ok, she don't lay blame
but she hates my job all the same
she hates my job
she won't say
i don't think i want to ask her anyway
i know something's gotta give
she hates my job but she'll live
she hates my job
its all alright, she just hates my job
she'll admit it's not half bad

instrumental

whatever you want
whatever turns you on
whatever you want
to fix whatever's wrong
i wanna go to where the parties are
where all my friends are tending bar
oh yeah
whatever turns you on
what can i say that you can't say better?
what can i tell you?
whatever you want
whatever turns you on
whatever you want
coming right along
shaking hands and all things lame
kissin ass and taking names
oh yeah

sucking like a crack hack
feeling like an 8-track
out of whack
all the times a clucking no
a suckit and a suckit
i don't want to live with that
and you don't want to take it back
and i don't want to be a rat
and you don't want a kitty cat
reaching for the phone ring
settle for the chump change
settle down
make it like a godsend
feeling like a has-been
remember when