The Worrying Kind was the Swedish entry at the Eurovision Song Contest 2007 in Helsinki performed by glam rock band The Ark.
The song includes the lyric "just a mortal with potential of a superman", taken from the 1971 David Bowie song "Quicksand". Similarities have also been drawn with the 1970 Edison Lighthouse one-hit-wonder "Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)".
The song was directly qualified for the final due to Carola's fifth-place finish the previous year. In the final, it was performed 12th following Georgia and preceding France. At the close of voting, it finished in 18th place with 51 points.
Lyrics[]
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 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 old 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?
Yoohoo… aha ooh…
Words – I like to break ’em
Words – I 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, yeah
So if you see me somewhere with that glassy old 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?
Yoohoo… aha ooh…
Oh, words – I like to break ’em
Words – I 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
And you turn up your nose and you say it’s a pose
But, baby, I’m the worrying kind
Yeah, sometimes I’m blind, I’m just out of my mind
Baby, I’m the worrying kind
Oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh yeah