Текст песни Dead Kennedys - Dear Abby
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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.