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The Worrying Kind can be found on the album Prayer for the Weekend
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The Ark – The Worrying Kind
About The Ark
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The Ark was a glam rock band from Växjö, Sweden. The band was formed in 1991 by Ola Salo, Mikael Jepson, and Lasse Ljungberg. Martin Axén joined the band in 1997, and Sylvester Schlegel in ‘99. Jens Andersson was the last one to officially join, in October 2006. Jens is a familiar face from many The Ark gigs, as he has played the keyboard with the band for several years. Their lyrics are mostly written by singer Ola Salo, and many of them are controversial, especially the earlier ones. Read more on Last.fm
Lyrics for The Worrying Kind by The Ark:
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