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. Go catch a fish on the line. Somewhere over the sun there's a bebop hummin'. Somewhere down at the station there's a freedomtrain commin'. Can you hear that chugga luggin better get on board. Get out of the wind and the cold. You gotta get out of that rut before you get old. Chorus. R E P E A T. Somewhere up in the sky there's a big big dadda. Sometime you'll have to climb up a dangerous ladder;. But there ain't such a word as impossible. And there's always the never ending dream. And things ain't never as bad as they might seem. Chorus. R E P E A T. Somewhere on the horizon there's a deep hole waitin'. No one no one at all is ever gonna get away;. You gotta reach out and touch the impossible. And never ever let it get a hold. You better get out of that rut before you get old.. Chorus. R E P E A T. All you're ever ever gonna do will workout fine. Go catch a fish on the line.