The Ark - The Worrying Kind

Text & musik:  Ola Salo

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'd 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 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

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? 

Oh, words, I like to shake 'em 

Words, I'd like to break '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