The Critic

Early sunday morning, coffee by my bed

Sunlight on my pillow, music in my head

Early morning papers are beneath the door

I see my name and I read on for more

More, more, more, more

As I sit there reading, garbage truck drives by

Garbage that I'm reading just reel in my eyes

Early morning papers slipping from my hands

Words and words that I don't understand

Don't play the critic

Try to forget it

Listen to the music

Oh, don't play the critic

As you sit there writing what goes through your head

So bitter and so biting wishing I was dead

Early sunday morning slipping to your bed

Words can't hurt you, no words can't hurt you

Don't play the critic

Try to forget it

Listen to the music

Oh, don't play the critic

Don't play the critic

Try to forget it

Listen to the music

Oh, don't play the critic