“Oh Well” – Lyrics & Notes

Can’t help it ’bout the shape i’m in

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

Don’t ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you wanted me to

When I talked to GOD, said he’d understand

(HE) said sit by me Mark, I’ll be your guiding hand

But don’t ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you wanted me to

All I got to say about that is Oh well…