Oh Well

Can't eat in the shape I'm in, Can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin Don't ask what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want there to Oh well, Oh well, Oh well Now when i talk to God I hope he'll understand He says stick by me, i'll be your guiding hand Don't ask what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want there to Oh well, Oh well, Oh well