He's a man so full of style and grace

Any woman'd be impressed

Takes a smile and paints it on your face

Makes you feel like you've been blessed

Promises things so special

It seems to come right from a song

But soon as you begin to feel secure

You turn around and he is gone

[CHORUS:]

Packin' his bags

Gotta go gotta go

Packin his bags

Gotta go

He's a Samsonite man

Maybe he is just a rolling stone

Wondering from here to there

Searching for a place to call his own

You wonder if he even cares?

So many years of heartache and pain

Is all you seem to know him for

Is it you or is it he to blame

Whenever he walks out your door

[CHORUS: 1X]

[BRIDGE:]

Should the wind blow you in my direction

You come through to rendezvous

Forget about your good intentions,

They leave me lonely and confused

Mr. Samsonite

Pack a bag that is my suggestion

From here and out, you will be leaving

At My discretion!

[BREAK AND CHORUS]