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My taxes arrived just the other day
The government insisted that I had to pay
But there’s inflation now, and I have to say
We have to find us a better way
Talkin’ heads speaking nonsense, but before I spew
I say, “gotta try something new, guys,
We gotta do something new.”
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Democrats in the White House with a senile loon,
VP Kamala hopes to take charge soon
Chickens come to roost, guys, I don’t know when,
But we’re in big trouble then…
You know we’ll have to pay big then.
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Immigration exploded just the other day
They say “Borders are open, come on, let them stay,
They’ll assimilate later…” I said “Ain’t no way,
There’s too much to do”, they said “That’s okay”
And as they run from the border, they smile like a cat.
They say
“They’re gonna vote Democrat, yeah, you know they’re voting Democrat.”
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Well we pay for their college now, we pay and pay
Demands never ceasing, I just have to say,
“I’ve got nothing left, can you give me a break?”
They shook their heads no, and continued to take
“What we’d really like now is to tax all your savings…”
“For the children, can we have them please?”
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Democrats in the White House with a senile loon,
VP Kamala hopes to take charge soon
Chickens come to roost, guys, I don’t know when,
But we’re in big trouble then…
You know we’ll have to pay big then
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I’ve long since retired, not much left put away
The tax man returned just the other day
He said, “I’d like an audit if you don’t mind”
I said, “Don’t matter ‘cause there’s nothing left to find.”
You see, progressives live to hassle, and it’s all they can do,
‘Til they’ve taken the last dime from you, guys,
In the end, they don’t have a clue…
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And as I fade with the sunset, it occurs to me
They’ll screw the whole country
No more of Old Glory…
Democrats in the White House with a senile loon,
VP Kamala hopes to take charge soon
Chickens come to roost, guys, I don’t know when,
But we’re in big trouble then…
You know we’ll have to pay big then!
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George Harrison wrote a song about this situation years ago………..
Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
Cos I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don’t take it all
Cos I’m the taxman, yeah I’m the taxman
If you drive a car, I’ll tax the street
If you try to sit, I’ll tax your seat
If you get too cold I’ll tax the heat
If you take a walk, I’ll tax your feet
Taxman!
Cos I’m the taxman, yeah I’m the taxman
Don’t ask me what I want it for (Aahh Mr. Wilson)
If you don’t want to pay some more (Aahh Mr. Heath)
Cos I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
Cos I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
And you’re working for no one but me
Taxman!