John Prine - Pretty Good lyrics

I got a friend in Fremont, He sells used cars, ya know.

Well, he calls me up twice a year

Just ask me how'd it go

Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain

Actually everything is just about the same

I met a girl from Venus, and her insides were lined in gold

Well, she did what she did said "How was it, kid?"

She was politely told

"Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain

But actually everything is just about the same."

Moonlight makes me dizzy

Sunlight makes me clean

Your light is the sweetest thing

That this boy has ever seen.

Molly went to Arkansas, she got raped by Dobbin's dog

Well, she was doing good till she went in the woods

And got pinned up against a log

Pretty good, not bad, she can't complain

Cause actually all them dogs is just about the same

Moonlight makes me dizzy

Sunlight makes me clean

Your light is the sweetest thing

That this boy has ever seen.

Instrumental:

I heard Allah and Buddha were singing at the Savior's feast

And up the sky and Arabian rabbi

Fed Quaker oats to a priest.

Pretty good, not bad, they can't complain

Cause actually all them gods is just about the same

Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain

Cause actually everything is just about the same