They won’t be solved until I’m sure of you
My teacher seems to feel the same way too
Problems, problems, problems
Problems, problems, problems all day long
Problems, problems, problems
They’re all on account-a my lovin’ you like I do
Can’t get the car, my marks ain't been so good
Woe is me, I should have stayed in bed
You can solve my problems with a love that’s true
Worries, worries pile up on my head
My love life just ain't swingin’ like it should
My baby don’t like anything I do