seems easy enough musically .....just need the lyrics..

There are actually two versions I know of, and OF COURSE I do it.

Here's the older version:
I Just Don’t Look Good Naked Anymore: Ben Colder

Ben Colder was really Shep Wooley (who did Purple People Eater in
the late 50s).

(D) I stepped outta the shower and I (A) got a good look at my-(D)-self (D7)
(G) Pot-bellied, bald-headed, well I thought I was somebody (D) else (D7)
I (G) caught my reflection in the mirror on the back of the (D) bathroom door (Bm)
I (E) just don't look good (A) naked any-(D)-more

So I'm goin' upstairs and turn my (A) bedroom mirror to the (D) wall (D7)
I (G) hung it there back when I was trim and (D) tall (D7)
Why I'd (G) stand there and smile and flex and scrunch un-(D)-til my arm got (Bm) sore
I (E) just don't look good (A) naked any-(D)-more

I (G) used to go out with the girls, (D) I loved them one and all (D7)
Now (G) they don't get very close to me, (D) afraid that I might (A) fall

I went to (D) see my doctor for my (A) annual medical ex-(D)-am (D7)
Standin' (G) there in the buff, when suddenly, he said (D) "Man!" (D7)
I said, (G) "What is doc, some fatal disease? (D) Then I need to know the score." (Bm)
He said, (E) "No. You just don't look good (A) naked any-(D)-more."

Instrumental

But (G) me and my wife had a dance routine, the (D) folks said it was unique (D7)
Now (G) it's only when we're back to back, we're (D) dancin' cheek-to-(A)-cheek

I went (D) down to a nude (A) beach for some seaside (D) fun (D7)
Stretched (G) out in my birthday suit soakin' up the (D) sun (D7)
Then (G) somebody yelled, "There's an old white whale, (D) washed up on the (Bm) shore."
Sure, I (E) just don't look good (A) naked any-(D)-more

Yeah, my ((G)) heart just fell, my waist went to hell and my (D) butt is dragging the (Bm) floor
I (E) just don't look good (A) naked any-(D)-more


Here's the newer one:
E
Well my body could use a little slimming,
A
I keep my shirt on when I go swimming,
E B
And I ain’t seen my feet since 1984.
E
The old lady wants a roll in the hay,
A
We turn the lights down all the way,
E B E
‘Cause I don’t look good naked anymore.
Chorus:
A E
No, I don’t look good naked anymore
I’m a deep-fried, double-wide version
B
of the man I was before.
E
If I keep on like I’m doin’,
A
I won’t fit through the door,
E B E
And I don’t look good naked anymore.
Verse 2:
Well I used to be a hell of a man,
I chopped wood with just one hand,
But I can’t do the things I’ve done before.
Well it all happened kind of slow,
But I guess I kinda let myself go,
Now I don’t look good naked anymore.
Verse 3:
With each and every passing year,
Came a lot of french fries and beer,
And my belly hung a little closer to the floor.
Now my belly is big as a truck,
And the old lady don’t wanna--she don’t wanna!
‘Cause I don’t look good naked anymore.

Yep, that's the same ones I perform as well - same chords.

Gary