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 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