ODE TO A FOOD CRITIC
(to the tune of "Live Like You Were Dyin'" by Tim McGraw)
Lyrics (c)2005 Emi M Briet


She said I was in my early forties
With a tech career before me
And a layoff came that stopped me on a dime
I scratched out on some word pads, lookin' at the want ads
Thinkin' bout the options, and runnin' out of time
Asked her what did she pick, said she became a food critic
How do you do that, do you write that for the news
What did you do?
And she said

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I had turnovers, I ate Rocky Mountain Oysters
I spent 2.7 hours at a place called Fu Manchu's
Denny's food heaters makes their pies sweeter
If I gave a bad grade, then I'd be lyin'
And she said someday I hope you get this job
The meals are satisfyin'

She said I had finally the paycheck
And now could finally pay rent
And this became the job my friends would like to have
I'm all the sudden speaking jargon
When I'm at the Olive Garden
And I went three times today, their food was rad
And I always leave a good tip
And I never give bad lip
For what I do, and I can do it all again
And then

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And tommorrow I will sift
All through all the eateries and think about which ones I will hit
Which eateries I'll hit
Oh which ones will I hit
Think about where I'll hit

CHORUS 2
Turnovers, I ate Rocky Mountain Oysters
I spent 2.7 hours at a place called Fu Manchu's
Denny's food heaters makes their pies sweeter
And I smelled the burgers as they were fryin'
And she said someday I hope you get this job
The meals are satisfyin'

The meals are satisfyin'
The meals are satisfyin'
The meals are satisfyin'
The meals are satisfyin'