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Toby Keith - The Critic

The Critic
Toby Keith
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Tell it like it is...

He gets up real early on his morning 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 reading your page

Yea...

So he thought...and he thought a little more

He caught a young hot star heading 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 rolling in the dough...

Man I could do this forever...this is easy. Everybody's reading 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 jumping in.

Blaine is laying it down.

Come on Shannon.

Aww yea, my man Steve.

Man my fingers are getting tired...y'all gonna have to hurry. This snapping thing...wearing me out.

Hello Shannon.

Guess he's on coffee break man.

They're gonna love you...cause they already love me.

(Yea!)

It's the Critic.

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