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Pack It Up
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Rock
Pack It Up was released on August 15, 1981 by Rhino/Warner Records as a part of the album Pretenders II
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Release DateAugust 15, 1981
LabelRhino/Warner Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM153

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pretenders
Pretenders
Vocals
James Honeyman-Scott
James Honeyman-Scott
Keyboards
Pete Farndon
Pete Farndon
Bass
Martin Chambers
Martin Chambers
Drums
Geoff Bryant
Geoff Bryant
French Horn
Chris Mercer
Chris Mercer
Tenor Saxophone
Henry Lowther
Henry Lowther
Trumpet
Jim Wilson
Jim Wilson
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Honeyman-Scott
James Honeyman-Scott
Songwriter
Chrissie Hynde
Chrissie Hynde
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Green
Jeremy Green
Assistant Engineer
JON WALLS
JON WALLS
Assistant Engineer
Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
Producer
Bill Price
Bill Price
Recording Engineer
Tim Young
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
You guys are the pits of the world
[Verse 1]
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa
This is no place for me
Burnin' down the innerbelt
From jacuzzi to jacuzzi
It's all right for you, man
Gettin' smashed, gettin' suntanned
But I know my place
Where's my suitcase?
[Verse 2]
Pack it up or throw it away
What I can't carry
Bury
Oh you'll remember me
And I'll remember you
But that was a long, long time ago
When I was passin' through
[Verse 3]
All my family
All my friends
My lovers
I got to find them
My enemies
My new family
My new friends
My future enemies
I got to flush 'em out
[Verse 4]
So pack it all up
Nothing goes in storage
I'm burnin' every bridge
Burn, baby, burn
I see your dog got shot
Well, hell, never mind
That's show biz, big boy
You've got to be cruel to be kind
[Verse 5]
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa
Give over and admit it
I've been tearing down the interstate
Like some kind of bleeding git
It's all right for the boss
His gain's my loss
That gets me down
It really gets me down
[Verse 6]
So pack it up
Cut the crap
When the clock starts talkin'
I'll start walkin'
And when you pass in your Porsche
Please don't offer me a ride
I may be a skunk
But you're a piece of junk
And furthermore
I don't like your trousers
And your appalling taste in women
And what about your mind?
And your insipid record collection
That dumb home video center
The usual pornography
That all you scum lap up
You're the pits of the world
Written by: Chrissie Hynde, James Honeyman-Scott
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