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...