The Worrying Kind

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

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 wont 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?

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 Gods joke I suppose

But baby, I'm the worryin' kind

And You turn up your nose

And you say it's a pose

But Baby, I'm the worryin' kind

Yeah sometimes I'm blind

I'm just out of my mind

Baby, I'm the worryin' kind

- Ola Salo