Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my fountain pen leaks;
My wife hollers at me, my kids are all freaks;
Every side I get up on is the wrong side of the bed;
If it weren’t so expensive I’d wish I were dead.
Dear Abby, Dear Abby, well I never thought,
That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught;
We were sittin’ in the back seat just shootin’ the breeze,
Whith her hair up in curlers and her pants to her knees.
runar almost 16 years ago
Dear Abby, Dear Abby, my fountain pen leaks; My wife hollers at me, my kids are all freaks; Every side I get up on is the wrong side of the bed; If it weren’t so expensive I’d wish I were dead.
Signed, Unhappy
– John Prine
Hugh B. Hayve almost 16 years ago
Classic runar!
runar almost 16 years ago
Another verse of the song:
Dear Abby, Dear Abby, well I never thought, That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught; We were sittin’ in the back seat just shootin’ the breeze, Whith her hair up in curlers and her pants to her knees.
Signed, Just Married
– John Prine