Oh Well, Pt. 1 & 2

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 to 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, I'll be your garden hand

Don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh, well