This is one of my
few attempts to write a straight-ahead country tune. It’s not that I don’t like
country music; it’s just that I’ve never been in a playing situation that
required me to either perform or write much of it. There are many things I
admire about country music. I just don’t seem to have much in common with most
country music fans.
On a Scale of 1 to 10
© 1998 Brian Hutzell
On a scale of 1
to 10, I give you 8
That isn’t bad,
but then again it isn’t great
You don’t rub my
neck as often as I’d like
You wouldn’t let
me name the kitten Spike
So in case you’re
wondering just how well you rate
On a scale of 1
to 10, I give you 8
If I was your
teacher, I'd give you B+
You’re often
late; I guess you miss the bus
On your homework,
I don't think you really try
You have skills
you make no effort to apply
So if your grade
is something you’d like to discuss
On your report
card, I give you B+
I wouldn’t offer
my opinion
If you hadn't
asked me to
I hope you don’t
think I’m being too critical of you
I don’t think
you're perfect
No, I don’t think
you’re a saint
But when it comes
to loving me,
There’s no room
for complaint
On a scale of 1
to 10, we come out fine
I think we’ve
earned at least an 8 or 9
Many times we
reach a perfect score
And hardly ever
dip below 4
So in case you’re
wondering if we pass the test
On a scale of 1
to 10
Now please don’t
ask again
On a scale of 1
to 10, we beat the best
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