I JUST DON'T LOOK GOOD NAKED ANYMORE
Sheb Wooley, Richard Dean Feller

I stepped out of the shower and caught a glimpse of myself:
Bald headed, pot bellied. I thought it was somebody else.
Got a look at myself in the mirror on the bathroom door.
I just don't look good naked anymore.

I went upstairs, turned the mirror to the bathroom wall.
I hung it there when I was trim and tall.
I used to grin and flex and strut 'til my arms got sore,
But I just don't look good naked anymore.

I used to go out with the girls. I loved them, one and all.
Now, they don't get too close to me, afraid that I might fall.

I went to my doctor for my annual medical exam,
Standing there in the buff, when, suddenly, he said, "Man!"
I said, "What is it doc? Some fatal disease? I gotta know the score."
"No, you just don't look good naked anymore."

Mona and me we had a dancing style; folks said it was unique.
Now, it's only when we're back to back, we're dancing cheek to cheek.

I went to that nude beach to have a little seaside fun,
Stretched out in my birthday suit, soaking up the sun.
Someone said, "There's an old white whale, washed up on the shore!"
I just don't look good naked anymore.

My arches fell, my waist went to hell, my butt drags on the floor,
I just don't look good naked anymore.

K.M.