Toby Keith - The Critic lyrics

rate me

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' two tone economy car

Loves to tell the local bands down at the bar

That he's the critic, yeah 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, but he couldn't make it rhyme

He learned 2 or 3 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 you never heard

He did a bluegrass review without 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

yeah

So he thought and he thought a little more

He caught a young hot star headed into town

Then he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down

Here come the letters, the emails, the he faxes

They raised him to 20 thousand dollars after taxes

He's a happy critic yeah

He's rollin' in the dough

Man I could do this forever

This is easy

They're all readin' my column

Please don't tell my mama

That I write the music column for the gazette

She still thinks, that I play piano down at the cathouse

Let's get funky with this now boys

Play it on

Come on Shannon

There's ol' Bill jumpin' in

Glenn's layin' it down

Come on Shannon

Aah My man Steve

Man my fingers are gettin' tired Ya'll gonna have to hurry

This snappin' thing wearin' me out

Theres ol Shannon guess he was on a coffee break

They're gonna love you cause they already love me

Yeah It's the critic