The Worryin' Song

Constant gray-haired hunters are after me
On the collision course
In the room of the lie detectors
Someone’s ideas are a joke
But this one is all mine
And that’s what bothers me
Like my father before me
And the mothers that bore me
There is always going to be
The test team and qualifiers
I’m on the cutting edge of humility
Just like Jerk said
I ain’t gonna worry no more