From the CD "A Question For You"
What, Me Worry?
What, me worry?
Why, why should I care
When the only girl that I’m dreamin’ about says
“Who?” ? She doesn’t even know I’m there
Why, sit alone at night
When there’s lots of pretty women to hold me tight?
I look in their eyes and try to figure them out
They where there disguises
I just want to shout
That I’m bigger, I’m bolder, I’m better than this
Had it up to here gonna forget this mess
You play your games
I’ll play it s straight
If I got to play the game I guess I’ll wait
‘Cause I’m bigger, I’m so much better than this |
Why spend my time in the house on the hill
When down there in the city they’re dressed for the kill?
They sit at the bar with their Chardonnay pouts
I’ve read the book still don’t know what it’s about
Some of the time I think I’m king of the mountain
Got so many numbers that I stopped countin’
Sometimes I’m a pawn, sometimes I’m the king
Sometimes the knight won’t let go of the queen
Well I’m bigger, I’m bolder, I’m better than this
Had it up to here gonna forget this mess
You play your games
I’ll play it straignt
If I gotta play the game
If I gotta play the game
If I gotta play the game
I guess I’ll wait
Key of D
Copyright 2001
Dean Backholm |
Music 
