Dear Abby

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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 subjects
 Just 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 fridge
 If they find out the truth, I don't think they'll understand
 Abby, what do I tell my family?
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 Dear Reaganomics victim
 Consult your clergyman
 Make sure the body's blessed
 And everything should be just fine
 Just fine
 

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01:09
Key
4
Tempo
150 BPM

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