Lyrics:

Peter Green Fleetwood Mac

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 Me 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