Letra de Dear Abby
Dear Abby Got a problem...I'm a decent, underpaid, hard-working 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 subjectsJust mix in the Tuna Helper and ta-da! Dear Abby Got a problem...The 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 #2 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