Oh Well

I can't help about the shape I'm in

I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin

But don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh well...

Now, when I talked to God I knew He'd understand

He said, "Stick by Me and I'll be your Guiding Hand

But don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to"

Oh well...