Don’t worry now, ‘cuz everything is working out.
Don’t worry now. We’ll figure it out in the morning.

You’re stressing me out. You’re stressing me out and you’re bringing me down.

Don’t worry now. Everything will work out just fine.
Don’t worry now. We’ll figure it out in the morning.

You’re stressing me out, and you’re bringing me down. You’re freaking me out and
you’re stressing me out and you’re bringing me down.
You’re freaking me out and you’re wearing me down.
I’m stressing you out, and I’m bringing you down.
I’m freaking you out and I am wearing you down.

That’s when you said to me, “Don’t worry about anything on your mind. Just close your big brown eyes and be mine.”

That’s when I said to you, “There are some things that I must do and if I don’t I’ll be letting someone I know down. This is Paradise Island. This is Fantasy Beach. And there’s nothing to do, and it’s just you and me. We’ll have sex all day long and we’ll jump in the sea. We’ll lie in the sun and we’ll float on the breeze. We’ll watch the picture perfect sunset. We’ll have sex all night long. ‘I love yous’ flying around all over the place, left and right. Isn’t this great? This must be some kind of perfect paradise – some kind of flawless glass bubble we’re under. Or a tropical island in the middle of the ocean, with a perfect location, near Fiji, the Bahamas, and the French Riviera… Eden, Eldorado, Atlantis and Shang-ri-la. And it’s absolutely incredible the selection of fresh tropical fruit they get here any time of year, it doesn’t matter, they’ve got mangos, papaya, guava, pineapple… not to mention the caviar. Oh, and there’s champagne! You can drink as much as you want, because the maid will clean up your vomit. There’ll be clean sheets waiting for you in time for siesta. And you don’t have to think about where that maid lives or how much they get paid or where that fruit was grown or any of the pesticides or herbicides or chemical fertilizers that leach into the soil contaminating the drinking water for countless generations. You don’t have to think about that stuff, because you’re on vacation! But you know, in the back of your mind (you cannot completely shut out the back of your mind) there’s a big world out there, full of all sorts of problems like racism, class inequality and greed. And when I look past that plastic lingerie sunset, I can see through that glass bubble (that glass ceiling that’s drugging us down with blisss). And I can see some of the work that needs to be done out there. So let’s get to work! Come on, what’s step one? Don’t tell me not to worry! I’m making big plans here. When you tell me not to worry, you’re just reminding me of all the things in the world I really should be worrying about, like climate change, nuclear proliferation, and fear-mongering in the media. You come and you whisper in my ear so seductively and sweetly, ‘don’t worry now. Everything is working out.’ How can you say that? That’s such an irresponsible attitude! You know, I like you a lot, but you’ve got to understand, that when you come up to me and you tell me not to worry,

You’re stressing me out and you’re bringing me down.
You’re freaking me out and you’re wearing me down.
I’m stressing you out, and I’m bringing you down.
I’m freaking you out and I am wearing you down.