| Song | The Worrying Kind |
| Artist | The Ark |
| Album | Prayer for the Weekend |
| 作曲 : 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 |
| zuò qǔ : 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 |