The Critic Lyrics
| Song | The Critic |
| Artist | Toby Keith |
| Album | Shock 'N Y'all |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Keith | |
| 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" | |
| YeahSo he thought and he thought a little more | |
| He caught a young hot star headed into town | |
| And then he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down | |
| Here come the letters, the emails, the 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 | |
| SteveMan, my fingers are gettin' tired ya'll gonna have to hurry | |
| This snappin' thing wearin' me out | |
| There's Ol' | |
| Shannon guess he was on a coffee break | |
| They're gonna love you' | |
| Cause they already love me | |
| Yeah, it's the critic |
| zuo ci : Keith | |
| 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" | |
| YeahSo he thought and he thought a little more | |
| He caught a young hot star headed into town | |
| And then he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down | |
| Here come the letters, the emails, the 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 | |
| SteveMan, my fingers are gettin' tired ya' ll gonna have to hurry | |
| This snappin' thing wearin' me out | |
| There' s Ol' | |
| Shannon guess he was on a coffee break | |
| They' re gonna love you' | |
| Cause they already love me | |
| Yeah, it' s the critic |
| zuò cí : Keith | |
| 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" | |
| YeahSo he thought and he thought a little more | |
| He caught a young hot star headed into town | |
| And then he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down | |
| Here come the letters, the emails, the 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 | |
| SteveMan, my fingers are gettin' tired ya' ll gonna have to hurry | |
| This snappin' thing wearin' me out | |
| There' s Ol' | |
| Shannon guess he was on a coffee break | |
| They' re gonna love you' | |
| Cause they already love me | |
| Yeah, it' s the critic |
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