Oh Well - John Parr

Don’t ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer you want me to

Don’t worry about the shape I’m in

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

Hey

Now, when I talk to God I know he understands

He said, «Listen to me, John, I’ll be your guiding hand»

Don’t worry about the shape I’m in

I can’t sing…