Worry Bout Yourself

Worry 'bout yourself And don't think 'bout nobody else Worry 'bout yourself And don't think 'bout nobody else 'Bout yourself Don't think 'bout nobody else Don't think don't Don't, don't I woke up On good ol' Front Street You told me that I could do anything You told me to believe You told me dinners on the table You better really eat You told me That's what you told me I went up To East 86 Street You told me what I need to tell them Then they'll certainly see You told me worst thing that can happen is they'll silently agree You told me That's what you told me I told you I was just fine With the tears in my eyеs You saw through my disguise You looked me said in my mind You said My boy my boy Lеmme see you smile boy My sweet boy I hate to see you cry My boy my boy Lemme see you smile boy My sweet boy, my angel in the sky I froze up At a thousand feet You told me when you start to feel it Remember you can breathe You told me meditate in silence Maybe you'll find peace You told me That's what you told me I came down And sure there I see A thousand faces in the ballroom A million in the street You told me layin' in the bed I wish you saw what I could see You told me That's what you told me I put my right hand on my chest To check for my pulse You said my sweet adult Why do you torture yourself You said my sweet boy You know you're in perfect health I said I know but I Can't seem to convince myself You said My boy my boy Lemme see you smile boy My sweet boy I hate to see you cry My boy my boy Lemme see you smile boy My sweet boy, my angel in the sky My boy my boy Lemme see you smile boy My sweet boy I hate to see you cry My boy my boy Lemme see you smile boy My sweet boy, my angel in the sky Worry 'bout yourself And don't think bout nobody else I don't wanna, wanna Worry any longer I see a greenish light I think I see a greenish light It's sorta yellow like jello Or sorta red like Satchel It's sorta yellow like jello Or sorta red like Satchel I don't wanna wanna Worry any longer I see a greenish light I think I see a greenish light It's sorta yellow like jello Or sorta red like Satchel It's sorta yellow like jello Or sorta red like, red like My boy, my boy Lemme see you smile boy My boy, my boy Lemme see you smile boy Or sorta red like, red like My boy, my boy Lemme see you smile boy My boy, my boy Lemme see you smile boy Or sorta red like, red like My boy I hate to see you cry boy My sweet boy I hate to see you cry My boy my boy Lemme see you smile boy My sweet boy I hate to see you cry ooo My boy my boy Lemme see you smile boy My sweet boy, my angel in the sky My boy My sweet boy I hate to see you cry I hate to see you cry boy My sweet boy my angel in the sky Worry 'bout yourself Worry 'bout yourself Worry 'bout youself And don't think And don't think