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Tax his land, tax his wage, Tax his bed in which he lays. Tax his tractor, tax his mule, Teach him taxes is
the rule. |
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Tax his cow, tax his goat, Tax his pants, tax
his coat. Tax his ties, tax his shirts, Tax his work, tax his dirt. |
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Tax his chew, tax his smoke, Teach him taxes are no
joke. Tax his car, tax his ass, Tax the roads he must pass. |
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Tax his tobacco, tax his drink, Tax him if he tries
to think. Tax his booze, tax his beers, If he cries, tax his tears. |
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Tax his bills, tax
his gas, Tax his notes, tax his cash. Tax him good and let him know That after taxes, he has
no dough. |
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If he hollers, tax him more, Tax him until he's good and sore.
Tax his coffin, tax his grave, Tax the sod in
which he lays. |
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Put these words upon his tomb, "Taxes drove me to my doom!"
And when he's gone, we won't relax, We'll still be after the
inheritance TAX. |
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