Don't Worry Baby

I guess I'm thinking of California again, jeez. It's easy to do with these icy, snowy Boston days. This is one of my favorite songs. The natural state of California boys' lust for cars and girls, ah, it's too good. "She makes me come alive and makes me wanna DRIVE!" I never understood it until I moved there and then I realized, "Cars aren't cars here, they're more like SKIN here. Your car is YOU."

This song goes even further ... perhaps it was a precursor to California's fascination with therapy. This boy is experiencing a lot of angst about his car ... nothing a little Paxil won't fix.

Well its been building up inside of me
For oh I don't know how long
I don't know why
But I keep thinking
Something's bound to go wrong

But she looks in my eyes
And makes me realize
And she says "Don't worry baby"
Don't worry baby
Don't worry baby
Everything will turn out alright
Don't worry baby
Don't worry baby
Don't worry baby

I guess I should've kept my mouth shut
When I started to brag about my car
But I can't back down now
I pushed the other guys too far
She makes me come alive
And makes me wanna drive

When she says "Don't worry baby"
Don't worry baby
Don't worry baby
Everything will turn out alright
Don't worry baby
Don't worry baby
Don't worry baby

She told me "Baby, when you race today
Just take along my love with you
And if you know how much I loved you
Baby nothing could go wrong with you"
Oh what she does to me
When she makes love to me

And she says "Don't worry baby"
Don't worry baby
Don't worry baby
Everything will turn out alright
Don't worry baby
Don't worry baby
Don't worry baby