Truckin' the street Missin' my beat I met a real cool cat And we started to rap He said, "I like your style Let's hoof it awhile I'll offer you a tip about the miracle mile" He said, "It ain't about luck If you got no pluck No one ever drowned in all the oil they struck Just stay in the groove Be ready to move And one more thing that's clutch-" He said, "You! Hey you! / Don't worry so much!"
Diggin' his jive When my honey arrived Lookin' mighty mean And hunting for green She said, "I'm a great catch Your friend should scratch It ain't good luck lighting three on a match" He said, "I'm happy to go But a man should know Even knocked-out chicks are gonna marry a schmoe Be a stand-up cat Remember our chat And one more thing as such-" He said, "You! Hey you! Don't worry so much!"
Headin' for home We were gonna be alone Honey talkin' trash 'Cause I had no cash She said, "I'll bust your chops You listenin', Pops?" I stopped for some comfort in a bottle of scotch I woke up drunk Swore to be a monk And I tried to recollect about the dream I thunk The words so clear Ringin' in my ears Close enough to touch- I heard, "You! Hey you! Don't worry so much!"