Hello my name it is Larry Hughes, your host for the Six O'Clock Evenin' Blues,

Here today to fill you in on what it is that's happenin' to you,

Your house just burned and your car just crashed while some crooked corporation

Has been stealin' your cash,

Yeah they made off with a big ole stash,

And there's crime on your streets and avenues where a teenage mob pays its dues,

They will stab you if they like your shoes, for they've got them killin' blues,

Picket signs of so-called crimes ridin' waves of the chants and the rhymes,

Of the groups that won't look beyond whichever side it is that there on,

According to the ambassador there's no more options to explore,

You're getting shipped to another shore to fight in some foreign war,

Like a rocketship on roller skates the killer germ is cleanin' slates,

In every state there's an assassinate from the school of Norman Bates,

And the job that you have you will have no more, Cause its gettin' shipped to another shore,

And more on all this day's heartbreak right after this commercial break,

The big quake is rappin' at your door some say it could be a 7.4,

And the hometown team needs another plan, they couldn't land the hundred billion dollar man,

And today is the third anniversary of yet another tragedy to celebrate with sympathy,

Goodnight my name it is Larry Hughes, your host for the Six O'Clock Evenin' Blues,

Be back tomorrow to fill you in on what it is that's happenin' to you.

By

Steve Pollack