Dear Abby — текст песни (dead kennedys)

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