Oh Well - The Rockets

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, «Sit by my side 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