My eyes were closed I couldn't tell that anything was wrong
This happened in the Yukon late last spring
Makin' love to my woman in a clearing late at night
That's when I was ordained to be the King
A silver disk had filled the sky above us where we lay
A bright blue beam enclosed us in a ring
My lady love rolled clear but I was blinded by the light
And within a week I knew I was the King

Hey, don't worry
Don't worry 'bout a thing
If I let fear control me
I would not be the King

Hey, don't worry
Don't worry 'bout a thing
If I let fear control me
I would not be the King

I dyed my hair, lost some weight, my self esteem was high
I bought a Cadillac and learned to sing
I drove on down to Vegas town where everyone I passed said
Oh … my God it's the King

Hey, don't worry
Don't worry 'bout a thing
If I let fear control me
I would not be the King

The weight of the future just slows you
The hate of the past just knows you too well
It's too early to tell
And it's too late to worry

The moral of my story just grows clearer every day
Nothing good will come from worrying
So my friend don't worry, every thing will be OK
And remember that you heard it from the King



Lyrics By: Ra McGuire, Music By: Ra McGuire

Copyright: McGuire © 2001