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The Worrying Kind Lyrics
Moves, I like to make them
Grooves, I like to shake them
Shake me 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'’d like to shake ’em
Shake them 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 ol’' 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
I’'m 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"?
Words, I like to break ’em
Words I'’d like to shake ’em
Shake them from my troublesome mind
And why? –Heaven knows, it’'s a joke I suppose
But baby, I'’m the worrying kind
So if you see me somewhere
With that glassy ol’ 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 wont care
I'’m just silly old boy with my head in the can
I'’m 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"?
Ooh! Words, I like to break ’em
Words I’'d like to shake ’em
Shake them 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 just out of my mind
Baby, I'’m the worrying kind
Grooves, I like to shake them
Shake me from my troublesome mind
That I’'m out of my mind
You see baby, I’'m the worrying kind
Words I'’d like to shake ’em
Shake them from my troublesome mind
It'’s a joke you suppose
But baby, I’'m the worrying kind
With that glassy ol’' 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
I’'m 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"?
Words I'’d like to shake ’em
Shake them from my troublesome mind
And why? –Heaven knows, it’'s a joke I suppose
But baby, I'’m the worrying kind
With that glassy ol’ 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 wont care
I'’m just silly old boy with my head in the can
I'’m 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"?
Words I’'d like to shake ’em
Shake them from my troublesome mind
And why? Heaven knows,
It’'s a joke I suppose
But baby, I’'m the worrying kind
And you say it’s a pose
But baby, I'’m the worrying kind
I’'m just out of my mind
Baby, I'’m the worrying kind
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Love this song. How it didn't win Eurovision is a crime against music. A massive slab of pink bubblegum. As someone who used to be "The Worrying Kind" (I've reprioritised!) I sympathise with the protagonist. He is held back because he is a chronic worrywort. Words fall easily from him...and he likes to talk about his predicament in order to alleviate the worry, but ultimately they only serve to make it worse! "Words, I like to break 'em Words I'd like to shake 'em Shake them from my troublesome mind"
He accepts that he shouldn't worry and that worrying gets him nowhere, but he can't break the cycle...He accepts his very human frailties but knows that he could achieve so, so much if he didn't fret "I'm just a silly old boy with my head in the can I'm just a mortal with potential of a superman"
Cracking wee tune...