The Ark

The Worrying Kind

Mmm… Moves – I like to make 'em Grooves – I like to shake 'em Shake 'em from my troublesome mind 'Cause sometimes you'll find That I'm out of my mind You see, baby, I'm the worrying kind

Words – I like to break 'em Words – I like to shake 'em Shake 'em from my troublesome mind And you turn up your nose It's a joke, you suppose But baby, I'm the worrying kind

So if you see me somewhere With that glassy old stare And the panic and fear in my eyes Don't call for first aid or the fire brigade Or the local police, 'cause they won't care

I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can Just a mortal with potential of a superman But what sense does it make When I feel like a fake When I'm saying to you all: be good for goodness sake? Yoohoo… aha ooh…

Words – I like to break 'em Words – I like to shake 'em Shake 'em from my troublesome mind And why? – Heaven knows, it's a joke, I suppose But baby, I'm the worrying kind Yeah

So if you see me somewhere With that glassy old stare And the panic and fear in my eyes Don't call for first aid or the fire brigade Or the local police, 'cause they won't care

I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can Just a mortal with potential of a superman But what sense does it make When I feel like a fake When I'm saying to you all: be good for goodness sake? Yoohoo… aha ooh…

Oh, words – I like to break 'em Words – I like to shake 'em Shake 'em from my troublesome mind And why? – Heaven knows, it's a joke, I suppose But baby, I'm the worrying kind

And you turn up your nose And you say it's a pose But baby, I'm the worrying kind Yeah, sometimes I'm blind I'm juѕt out of my mind Baby, I'm the worrying kind

Oh yeah Oh… oh… oh yeаh