Can't help it 'bout the shape I'm in
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 want me to

Now when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand
He said, "Stick by me and I'll be your guidin' hand
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to"

Oh, well, oh, well
Oh well, well, well, well

WEBMISTRESS speculates:

Not much to say here. It was an old Fleetwood Mac hit and it sounds good live, so it got played. I personally like it. Next!