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Dear Abby

Dear Abby, Got a problemI'm a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner

It's important that my family eat meat at least three times a week

But we just can't afford to with the prices the way they are

So I bring home some choice cuts from my autopsy subjects

Just mix in the tuna helper and ta-daDear Abby, Got a problemThe 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 number two kind that's kept in the fridgeIf 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

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