He ain't even near twenty, but he says he's seen plenty of hard times
'Cause he's been on his bus for five days and in his hotel for five nights
And his satellite dish is broke and the new band is treatin' him mean. (Yeah, I know.)
And there's still another week to go: he misses that karaoke machine
Hey, that's country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit
Ain't you real tired of it?
Tell 'em, stick it up high
Where the sun don't shine
Get pissed, an'get mad
'cause that's country, my ass

Now, she's out there too, she's got her own secrets too. (Shhhh, don't tell nobody.)
She can't sing a lick and in a bucket, she couldn't carry her tunes. (Now wait a minute.)
She's pretty as a picture and she sure got a nice set of...wits. (Yeah.)
And she misses her producer slash boyfriend who seduced her, er produced her a hit

Hey, that's country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit
Ain't you real tired of it?
Tell 'em stick it up high
Where the sun don't shine
Get pissed, an'get mad
Tell 'em that's country, my ass

Instrumental break

Now don't get me wrong, to each his own I believe
But they've took the soul out of what means a whole lot to me
'Cause I can see Hank and Lefty, they're spinning around in their graves
And if they were here now, I think y'all know what they'd say. (Don't you?)
(What they'd say?)

Country, my ass
Who do they think we am?
Force-feed us that shit
Ain't you real tired of it?
Tell 'em stick it up high
Where the sun don't shine
We're pissed, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass
We're pissed, we're mad 'cause that's country, my ass