The Worrying Kind

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'd 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 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

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 '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 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 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?



Ooh, words, I like to break 'em

Words I'd 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 just out of my mind

Baby, I'm the worrying kind

Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh-yeah...