"The Has-Been Vents His Spleen" lyrics

I don't like the way this new pop county singer flies
He wears his big, black Stetson hat pulled low across his eyes
No, it's not Dwight Yoakum or George Strait I'd call a farce
It's that other milk toast so-and-so who has never seen a horse

Of course, I'm just the voice of petty jealousy I know
He and all his loyal fans can tell me where to go
Across this big blue world of all the things you've done and seen
Is there nothing quite off-putting as when the has been vents his spleen

All these kids these days, they don't know anything
They grew up living with the lie
You want to clear the room, blame the baby boom
And claim your own dark corner of the sky

I'm gonna tell you this right now
I don't care what you think
I'm gonna speak my ragged mind
Reality TV shows, they make me wanna blow my nose
They one and all can kiss my cold behind

Now what's up with these belly button broads 'bout eight years old
Who sing like Chatty Cathy, man, they make my blood run cold
You can give me Wanda Jackson, Kitty Wells, or Patsy Cline
It's a cinch these plastic Barbies have never heard of Chrissie Hynde

Of course, I'm just the voice that you don't really wanna hear
But me and my opinions have a right to be made clear
Across this big blue world of all the things you've done and seen
Is there nothing quite off-putting as when the has been vents his spleen

There is nothing quite off-putting as when the has been vents his spleen
When the has been vents his spleen
When the has been vents his spleen
When the has been vents his spleen