Dear Abby

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[Intro] Dear Abby: Got a problem... [Verse 1] I'm a decent, underpaid Hardworking 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! [Refrain] Dear Abby: Got a problem... [Verse 2] The whole family thinks My new meals are delicious They ask me, "What's your secret?" Abby, I think they're getting suspicious My smartass 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 [Refrain] Abby, what do I tell my family? [Outro] Dear Reaganomics victim: Consult your clergyman Make sure the body's blessed And everything should be just fine Just fine...