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Тексты песен Список исполнителейА  Б  В  Г  Д  Е  Ё  Ж  З  И  К  Л  М  Н  О  П  Р  С  Т  У  Ф  Х  Ц  Ч  Ш  Э  Ю  Я  A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z   Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - Dear AbbyDear Abby, Got a problem. Im a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner. Its important that my family eat meat at least three times a week. But we just cant afford to with the 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! The whole family thinks my new meals are delicious. They ask me whats my secret. Abby, I think theyre getting suspicious. My smart-ass 8-year-old keeps asking, "Wheres all the meat? The red dye #2 kind thats kept in the fridge." If they find out the truth I dont think theyll understand. Abby, what do I tell my family? DEAR REAGANOMICS VICTIM: Consult your clergyman. Make sure the bodys blessed and everything should be just fine. |
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