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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “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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