Lyrics Dear Abby - Dead Kennedys

Dear Abby

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