Dear Abby Dead Kennedys
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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
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
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