Oh Well Lyrics - Joe Jackson

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, "Stick 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