So during the song, where you see a chord name, what?s really being played is
what?s above, baselines first and the chords strummed, pretty simple but a task
He gets up real early on his morning drive
Down to the office for his nine to five
He drives a 94 two-tone economy car
Loves to tell the local boys down at the bar
That he?s the critic, yea I can hook ya up
I know everyone 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, yea I work for the Gazette
I got a real job
He wrote a five star column on a band you never heard
So he thought and he thought a little more
He saw 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 faxes
They raised him to 20,000 dollars after taxes
He?s a happy critic, yea he?s rollin? in the dough
(rest is spoken over the intro tabbed above)
This is easy they?re all reading my column
Please don?t tell my momma