Dead Kennedys - Dear Abby lyrics
[Dead Kennedys - Dear Abby lyrics]
I'm a decent, underpaid
Hard-working county coroner
It's important that my family eats meat
At least three times a week
But we just can't afford to with
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!
Dear Abby got a problem
The whole family thinks my
New meals are delicious
They ask me "what's your secret?" Abby
I think they're getting suspicious
My smart-ass eight 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 just fine