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Текст (слова) песни: 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
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