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"
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...