John Prine - Pretty Good Lyrics

I got a friend in Fremont, he sells used cars, you 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 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

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