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Dear Abby, I'm writing this letter in regards
To my girl who reads your column all the time
And I hope that by printing this letter
Maybe it might
Dear Abby, dear Abby
My feet are too long
My hair's falling out and my rights are all wrong
My friends they all tell me that I've no friends
Dear Abby, 

Got a problem. I'm a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner. It's
Important that my family eat meat at least three times
Bless your heart, bless your heart, bless your heart
So, Abby, it's far too late for me
I left a notebook on the shelf just take the kids and save
and singin' and sittin' on chairs
And suddenly we hears a queer noise on the stairs
The door it flies open and Abby comes down
in a big woolen night dress
rhymes with through
Oh I get it, that's you

Never believed in horoscopes
But to the left of the ad
For a new dishwashin' soap
Dear Abby's got some
right?
Anita, Anita too
Abby, you remember Abby
Abby, this is Abby, Abby Long

Abby Long, I'm goin' up, eh
Something Boulevard, hey, hey
You remember Abby
flaunt
All the stuff you need to feel at home
I plan on taking from it nothing, 
But then again there's you

Abby she's got to wait
Until she gets
right?
Anita, Anita too
Abby, you remember Abby
Abby, this is Abby, Abby Long

Abby Long, I'm goin' up, eh
Something Boulevard, hey, hey
You remember Abby
Lover!)
Lonesome Cowboy (Dashiki Lover!)
Abby Hoffman (Dashiki Lover!)
Dashiki!
Dashiki!
(Dashiki Lover!)
cruel
Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school

Baby don't blow it, don't put my good advice to shame
Baby you know it, even Dear Abby's say
Abby, goddamn it's the weight that everyone carries around. 
But it's nothing to you, 
I can see. 
Pride has always had its way with me. 

'Cause I'm
Wipe off that angel face and go back to highschool 
Baby don't blow it, don't put my good advice to shame 
Baby you know it, even Dear Abby's say
Hall of famer Rod Carew, he converted
We got Ann Landers and her sister Dear Abby
Harrison Ford's a quarter Jewish, not too shabby

Some people think
Simpson, not a Jew
But guess who is? Hall of famer Rod Carew- he converted
We got Ann Landers and her sister Dear Abby
Harrison Ford's a quarter Jewish-
took another path felt they own wrath add drugs to the math
Cut the life spans in half from deaths to cold sweats
To soul lets go into the abbys
We
back to high school

Baby don't blow it
Don't put my good advice to shame
Baby you know it
Even Dear Abby'd say the same

Now I've called the shot, get
and ours alone
I gave my "Catcher in the Rye"
For your "Cats Cradle"
And I gave my "White" for your "Abby Road"

It's been a good year for, bad days
(I'm walking away)
Like Dear Abby told me.
(I'm walking away)
My shrink gave his O.K.
(I'm walking away)
The self help book implored me.
(I'm
cruel
Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school

Baby don't blow it
Don't put my good advice to shame
Baby you know it
Even dear Abby
wrong
And take it down to the abbys.

The journey continued to the place called the Skull
Step by step he staggered on, the sky was getting dull
then I had to see Tracy for lunch 
Then it started raining and this isn’t the end but finally Abby I’m here
Hi

Love, yeah, do you know it can’t be
an Abby stone
A jump, a photograph all our own
Now we hold to what we lost
A memory like fire in our minds

It's true, it's true
We learned to live
cruel
Wipe off that angel face and go back to high school

Baby don't blow it
Don't put my good advice to shame
Baby you know it
Even Dear Abby
I won't spend my whole life uncommitted
Weekend girl
But a lovely weekend girl
Is what I need today

Let me love you Abby, till the morning comes