No Worries

Lyrics

[Chorus: Peter Bjorn & John] Doing this thing, this type of thing Put a little money in this type of thing I got nothing to worry about I got nothing to worry about Doing this thing, this type of thing Put a little money in this type of thing I got nothing to worry about I got nothing to worry about [Verse 1: Joe Black] I like my heroes super like Nintendo Saturday morning birds chirpin' out the window Gonna be a good day spend it with my best friend ('Sup bro) On the Sega I'm Omega playing X-Men On Mortal Kombat, can't be beat A-B-A-C-A-B-B (Finish him!) Home alone, don't know where my mom's at But I got Gak, watching All That Act tough playing football two hand touch (Touchdown) Saying stuff like "funk y'all" 'cause you can't cuss (Yeah) 'Cause if I did, my mouth might get rinsed out Or maybe grounded, can't stay the night at Clint's house (Man) Life's a movie, I'm just playin' the part Only care about Goosebumps and Afraid of the Dark We told scary stories, and we stayed up late Now I'm under the covers prayin' for day to break (Come on) [Chorus: Peter Bjorn & John] Doing this thing, this type of thing (Yeah) Put a little money in this type of thing I got nothing to worry about I got nothing to worry about (No, nothing) Doing this thing, this type of thing (Yeah) Put a little money in this type of thing I got nothing to worry about (Yeah, some feel good shit) I got nothing to worry about (Not a thing) [Verse 2: Billy Obey] Pretend for a minute you a kid again (Wee) Nothing at all matters except yo friends (Hey guys) And the tent that you built in the front yard Bills weren't due 'cause they weren't on you ([Right bitch?]) The Red Ranger fighting bed and chores For sho' I'ma win, I got ten on Megazord Lice in my hair, my face hit with pimples I only care about Legends of Hidden Temples Fuck a job, and fuck manners I got Pogs, and I got slammers It's no joke, made the kids real Pullin' up solo in a brand new big wheel Somebody died, it wasn't a big deal 'Cause really how much emotion a kid feel? ([Fuck off?]) It's crazy how time fly Still I'm grown sleepin' with a night bright, ha ha ha ha [Chorus: Peter Bjorn & John] Doing this thing, this type of thing Put a little money in this type of thing I got nothing to worry about I got nothing to worry about (Not a thing) Doing this thing, this type of thing (Yeah) Put a little money in this type of thing I got nothing to worry about I got nothing to worry about (Naw, nothing)