Текст песни Dead Kennedys - Dear Abby
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Dear Abbey, Got a problem. I`m a decent, underpaid hardworking county coroner. It`s important that my family eat meat at least 3 times a week. But we can`t afford to with the prices the way they are. So I bring home 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 are 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 found 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 is blessed and everything should be just fine...just fine