Most of the people in our townAlways used to laugh at WesleyBut somehow, poor old WesleyNever seemed funny to meWhy, you know, if it wasn't for himI wouldn't know much about lifeAnd livingBecause when I was a young boyHere's what he said to meDon't believe anything you hearAnd only half of what your eyes beholdAnd if you can't say something good about someoneDon't say nothing at allEvery morningAnd I'd stand and I'd wait for WesleyTo come and take me downTo our favorite placeThere we'd sit all day and we'd talkWe'd talk about happy things while fishingHe taught me how to liveHow to be a manAnd then he'd sayDon't believe anything you hearAnd only half of what your eyes beholdAnd if you can't say something good about someoneDon't say nothing at allOh, how it hurt to hear people laugh at WesleyThey called him a silly old manOh, how it hurt to hear people laugh at WesleyRight to his faceBut I'm the only one who criedThe day we lost WesleyAnd how I'd give anythingTo hear him sayDon't believe anything you hearAnd only half of what your eyes beholdAnd if you can't say somethingGood about someone, don't say nothing at allIf everybody tried to be more like WesleyThere wouldn't be no trouble at all