Dear Abby lyrics

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.
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