Lyrics: Tom T. Hall. Six O'clock News.

She's been climbin' up in the world I've been slidin' on down
Her life is like a French poodle mine's like an old fox hound
You wouldn't believe that I know her it hurts me through and through
Here I am worried bout the weather forecast
And my baby's on the six o'clock news

She's been eatin' off silver and I've been eatin' off tin
I bet her mink coat would just die if I ever showed up again
If she saw me in her mansion well they just give me the shoe
Here I am worried bout the weather forecast
And she's on the six o'clock news

She rides around in a limo and I walk around in a trance
She's got a line of the white house I got a hole in my pants
She drank champagne cocktails I drank brown bag booze
Here I am worried bout the weather forecast
And my baby's on the six o'clock news

Well they say that he went to Harvard he'd likes to yacht and sail
The only thing I got in my background is the callouses on my tail
They say that she really loves him I can't say that I do
Here I am worried bout the weather forecast
And she's on the six o'clock news

And that's the way it is on May 25 of 19