the critic
Singer: keith, toby
tell it like it is. he gets up real early on his mornin drive. down to the office for his 9 to 5. he drives a 94
2 ton
economy car. loves to tell the local bands down at the bar that he's the critic. yea
i can hook you up
i know everybody
in the business. he flunked junior high band he couldn't march in time. he tried to write a song once
he couldn't make it rhyme. he went two or three chords on a pawn shop guitar
he just never quite had what it took to be a star
so he's a critic. i work for the gazette man.i got a real job. he did a 5-star column on a band he never heard. he did a bluegrass review about an unkind word. he thought it was time to ask his boss for a raise
his boss said i can't even tell if anybody's even readin your page. yea. so he thought.and he thought a little more. he caught a young hot star headin into town
and then he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down. here come the letters
the e-mails
the faxes
they raised him to 20
000 dollars after taxes. he's a happy critic. he's rollin in the dough. man i could do this forever.this is easy. everybody's readin my column!
please don't tell my mom
that i write the music column for the gazette. she still thinks i play piano down at the cathouse. let's get funky with this now boys.play it on out. come on shannon. there's ole biff jumpin in.? is layin it down. come on shannon. aww yea
my man steve. man my fingers are gettin tired.y'all gonna have to hurry. this snappin thing.wearin me out. hello shannon. guess he's on coffee break man. they're gonna love you.cause they already love me. it's the critic.