Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dear Abby , by - Dead Kennedys. Song from the album Bedtime For Democracy, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 20.12.2004
Record label: Manifesto
Song language: English
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 |