I Can't Help It 'bout The Shape I'm In,
I Can't Sing, I Ain't Pretty And My Leggs 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,

Well I Talked To God, I Knew He'd Understand,
He Said Son, Sit By Me And I'll Be Your Guidin' Hand.
But Don't Ask Me What I Think Of You,
I Might Not Give The Answer That You Want Me To.

Oh Well...