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