Eliza Doolittle - Pack up

I get ^Ctired, an^Gd upset And I'm tr^Cying to care a little^Am less When I g^Coogle I only get dep^Gressed I was taught to ^Cdodge those issues...I was ^Amtold Don't wo^Crry, there's no d^Goubt There's always som^Cething to cry ab^Amout When you're s^Ctuck in an angry cro^Gwd They don't thi^Cnk what they say, before they^D open their mouths ^CPack up your troubles in your old^G kit bag and bu^Cry them beneath the ^Gsea ^CI don't care what the p^Geople may say What the pe^Cople may say abou^Dt me ^CPack up your troubles, get your o^Gld grin back ^CDon't worry about the^G calvery ^CI don't care what the wh^Gipseres say Cause they wh^Cisper too loud for^D me Hot to^Cpic,^D maybe I should^C drop it,^D It's a touc^Chy subject, A^Amnd I like to tiptoe round the shit going down, Got pe^Cnny but no po^Gund So if your bu^Csiness is runn^Aming out It's not my bu^Cisness to talk ab^Gout ^CThey don't think what to say Before they o^Dpen their mouths