Country My Ass

He ain't nowhere near to 40 but he says he's seen plenty of hard times
 'Cause he's been on a bus for five days and in hotel for five of them nights
 Said his satellite dish is broke and the new band, they treat him mean
 There's another week to go on this tour as well he's missin' his karaoke machine
 That's country, my ass
 Who do they think we am?
 To force-feed us all this
 Gettin' real tired of it
 Let stick 'em up high
 Where the sun don't shine
 Get pissed, we get mad
 'Cause that's country, my ass
 Now, she's out there too, and she's got her own secrets too (shh, don't tell nobody)
 She can't sing a lick and in a bucket, she couldn't carry her tunes
 She's pretty as a picture and sure got a nice set of... wits
 She misses her producer slash boyfriend who produced her a hit
 That's country, my ass
 Who do they think we am?
 Force-feed all this
 Gettin' real tired of it
 Let's stick it up high
 Where the sun don't shine
 Get pissed and get mad
 'Cause that's country, my ass
 Now don't get me wrong, to each his own I do believe
 It's just that they've took the soul out of what means a whole lot to me
 I can see Hank and Lefty spinnin' around in their grave
 And if they were here now, I think you know what they'd say
 That's country, my ass
 Who do they think we am?
 Force-feed us all this
 Ain't you real tired of it?
 They stick it up high
 Where the sun don't shine
 Get pissed and get mad
 'Cause that's country, my ass
 Get pissed and get mad
 'Cause that's country, my ass