No Worries

[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)