See dig, mama, uh, do ya understand that? (No) Well uh, like, I can understand how you can't, because I've been uh, You know, Paris, Beirut, you know, I mean Iraq, Iran, "Ukraingia", you know I speak very very um, fluent Spanish Ah, todo 'sta bien, chévere, you understand that? (Chévere?) Chevere, bien chevere, is that right mama? 'Cause I've got my shaky... Everybody's got a thing But some don't know how to handle it Always reachin' out in vain Just taking the things not worth having But don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standing on the side When you check it out They say your style of life's a drag And that you must go other places But just don't you feel too bad When you get fooled by smiling faces but Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama Cause I'll be standing on the side When you check it out When you get off ... your trip Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standing in the side When you check it out When you get off ... your trip Everybody needs a change A chance to check out the new But you're the only one to see The changes you take yourself through But don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, pretty mama 'Cause I'll be standing in the wings When you check it out Don't you worry 'bout a thing (To do 'sta bien chévere)