Pretty Good - John Prine

I got a friend in Fremont, he sells used cars, ya know?

Well, he calls me up twice a year

Just to ask me how’d it go

Pretty good, not bad, I can’t complain

But actually, everything is just about the same

I met a girl from Venus, 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 are just about the same

Moonlight makes me dizzy

Sunlight makes me clean

Your light is the sweetest thing

That this boy has ever seen

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

And up in the sky an Arabian rabbi

Fed Quaker oats to a priest

Pretty good, not bad, they can’t complain

'Cause actually, all them gods are just about the same

Pretty good, not bad, I can’t complain

'Cause actually, everything is just about the same