Congratulations to you on your inheritance, and RIP Pauline.Dear Abby, by John Prine:
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 at all,
Won't you write me a letter, won't you give me a call.
Signed.... Bewildered.
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Bewildered, bewildered...
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't,
So listen up buster, and listen up good,
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood.
Dear Abby, Dear Abby...
My fountain pen leaks
My wife hollers at me and my kids are all freaks,
Every side I get up on is the wrong side of bed,
If it weren't so expensive I'd wish I were dead,
Signed.... Unhappy.
{Reply}
Unhappy, unhappy...
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't,
So listen up buster, and listen up good,
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood.
Dear Abby, Dear Abby...
You won't believe this,
But my stomach makes noises whenever I kiss,
My girlfriend tells me it's all in my head,
But my stomach tells me to write you instead,
Signed.....Noise-maker .
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Noise-maker, noise-maker
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't,
So listen up buster, and listen up good,
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood.
Dear Abby, Dear Abby...
Well I never thought,
That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught,
We were sitting in the back seat just shooting the breeze,
With her hair up in curlers and her pants to her knees,
Signed... Just married.
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Just married, just married...
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't,
So listen up buster, and listen up good,
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood.