The worryin' song

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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.