Dead Kennedys
Dead Kennedys - Dear Abby lyrics
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Dear Abby, Got a problem I'm a decent, underpaid hardworking county coroner It's important that my family eat meat At least three times a week But we just can't afford to With the prices the way they are So I bring home some choice cuts From my autopsy subjects Just mix in the Tuna Helper…and ta-da! The whole family thinks my new meals are delicious They ask me what's my secret Abby, I think they're getting suspicious My smart-ass 8-year-old keeps asking, "Where's all the meat? The red dye #2 kind that's kept in the fridge." If they find out the truth I don't think they'll understand Abby, what do I tell my family? Dear Reaganomics victim: Consult your clergyman Make sure the body's blessed And everything should be just fine.