• Songwriters: Sam Lucid, Brian Patrick Murray

You know I really think it's just like a told you
Just like I said
You know I think you better be careful
Not to worry your pretty head
I know you worry 'bout the world going by
You worry 'bout the birds in the sky, and the stars
But don't you worry 'bout the weather tonight
Don't you worry 'bout the size and the shape of your car
'Cause it's all alright

Let me tell you about the old man from SoHo
Worrying and working all day
Another dollar in his pocket
He's working just so that he can save
You know he's worried 'bout the money he's got
He's worried about the end of the month and his pay
But now he's worried about a whole lot of stuff
He doesn't realize it's all gonna be okay

Because I really think you better not worry 'bout the little things
'Cause the little things are all so small
You better not worry about the little things
'Cause the little things
They always seem to work themselves out

You know I really think I
Tried hard to tell you
But you won't ever listen to me
I think you really might be
Confused or something
'Cause this is really not the way it should be
I know you told me 'bout the dollar you found on the ground
You told me 'bout the way that you thought that you'd feel
Pay no attention to the background sound
'Cause these small tribulations are all that make us human in the end

Because I really think you better not worry 'bout the little things
'Cause the little things are all so small
You better not worry about the little things
'Cause the little things
They always seem to work themselves out

Hey, didn't I say I would be there?
Hey, any old time, any old where?
Late things have been strange, things have been strange
But it's all gonna be okay
Gonna be alright
Gonna be alright, be alright, be alright
'Cause the little things are gonna be alright

I think you better not worry 'bout the little things
'Cause the little things are all so small
You better not worry about the little things
'Cause the little things
They always seem to work themselves out

You know I really think those cigarettes might hurt you
But you smoke them 'cause you think you look cool
You know I'm really not trying to burn you
But here I am acting a fool
Mama told me 'bout the ashes she found on the ground
She told me 'bout the stunt that you pulled early June
Come July, I'm gonna be out of town
You know I got nothing else left to prove

Because I really think you better not worry 'bout the little things
'Cause the little things are all so small
You better not worry about the little things
'Cause the little things
They always seem to work themselves out