He takes medicine from the ill And he can't spell very well But he knows how to read And he has never killed anybody personally He exaggerates and whines But hey i'm no prize I'm no genius I tend to believe his lies He's good enough for me Why would i reach for the sky When the sky is so far away The shelf's the limit And the plates don't complain when they break Now i'm set up on this hill Once in a while he'll pay a bill And on some sundays i pray I really can't complain It's good enough for me He's not a psychopath He's just a little mad The standard is set I'll take what i can get It's good enough for me He's good enough for me