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

I can't help it Folks, about where we're at
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are fat
I won't ask Him what He thinks of me
I can wonder about that all eternity
OH HELL
Now, God talked to me, He said "Better understand
Stick with Me, I'm your Guiding Hand"
It don't matter what the hell they think of you
You didn't turn out the way they wanted you to!
OH WELL

I can't help it Folks, about where we're at
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are fat
I don't ask Him what He thinks of me
I am what I am and what I'm to be
OH HELL

(2nd break)
aaaahhhh

Now God talked to me, He said: "Understand,
They don't like you in my Guiding Hand
It don't matter what they think of you
You didn't turn out the way they wanted you to!"
OH WELL

We all know who is going to win
Mother Nature it's your Season
We can only do the best we can
As we live here with our fellow man

This song was writ a long time ago
Just what it means we all don't know
But you and me we can't agree
You say I know and I know but still we're free

I can't be bothered what you think of me
Just don't waste my time with dithery/drivel
I'm a strong believer that you get what's yours
And I'm a little tight-fisted when it comes to bores/hell

And God knows me well and He understands
I can't wait for applause or one night bands
If you don't fit in, why should you care at all
When they stomp your dreams you're still ten foot tall

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