(Gibberish)See dig, mama, uh, do ya understand that? (No)Well uh, like, I can understand how you can't, because I've been uh,You know, Paris, Beirut, you know, I mean Iraq, Iran, Eurasia, you knowI speak very very um, fluent SpanishAh, todo 'sta bien, chévere, you understand that? (Chévere?)Chevere, bien chevere, is that right mama?'Cause I've got my shaky (Unintelligible)

Everybody's got a thing
But some don't know how to handle it
Always reachin' out in vain
Just taking the things not worth having

But don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
'Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out

They say your style of life's a drag
And that you must go other placesBut just don't you feel too bad
When you get fooled by smiling faces but

Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out
When you get off ... your tripDon't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing

Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
'Cause I'll be standing in the sideWhen you check it out
When you get off ... your trip

Everybody needs a change
A chance to check out the new
But you're the only one to see
The changes you take yourself through

But don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, pretty mama
'Cause I'll be standing in the wings
When you check it out

Don't you worry 'bout a thing
(To do 'sta bien chévere) (Repeat to fade)